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At night the dead come down to dance

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Kakashi leads them out of the bullpen, down the stairs at a fast clip, and then down another flight of steps to the parking garage. There's a younger man with a high ponytail and a scar across his nose waiting with car keys, and he tosses one set to Kakashi as the grey-haired detective passes.

“Dispatch wants you to start at 5th Street and work your way in towards the center, Kakashi,” he calls to the man’s retreating back. Kakashi waves to show he heard and ducks into the car, starting the engine. Obito throws himself into the passenger seat as Rin ducks into the back, and Kakashi barely waits for them to get the doors closed before he’s pulling out.

“Do you two have a system for things like this?” he asks, taking a sharp right onto the street, then switching on the lights and flooring it.

Given that Zabuza’s driving is roughly a thousand times worse and they suffered it practically every day in Kiri, Obito doesn’t even flinch, and instead turns his attention to fishing charms and amulets out of his pockets. One of the shielding charms he tosses back to Rin, recognizing it as hers, and gets a misdirection pendant thrown at his head in return. “Kill everything that looks like an undead?” he suggests, stripping off his coat and button-up shirt, since they're just about the only nice clothes he owns. It’s a little cold for a tank top, but Obito will likely be throwing around enough fire magic that he won't notice.

“Eyes on the road, Kakashi!” Rin orders, and Kakashi jerks the wheel straight again with a slightly guilty flush. She snorts, ejecting the clip from her handgun, pocketing it, and sliding another into place. “I know Obito is sexy, but if we could get to the outbreak of undead without joining their ranks, I’d appreciate it.”

At that, Obito flushes too. “Rin,” he protests, but she just laughs, and the violet glow of her magic fills the backseat as she tests her strength. “All right?” he asks, faintly concerned, because she got maybe half an hour of sleep at the most, and they’ve had a long day.

He can see her smiling at him in the rearview mirror. “I'm fine, Obito, stop fretting. Kakashi, what are you best with?”

“Still electricity,” Kakashi answers, double-parking and shutting the engine off, though he leaves the police lights on. In their shifting flashes of red and blue, Obito can see dark forms scattered across the street. There are no pedestrians, and he hopes that they all managed to run, given the alternative. “And a minor talent for earth. You two?”

At that, Obito has to laugh. “We’re a Chain and Blade,” he reminds the other man as he opens the door and steps out. “We’re good with pretty much everything. Cover our backs. We’ve got the front. Rin?”

She joins him, violet light already crackling around her fingertips. “Right,” she says determinedly. “Unseal!”

The runes on his skin flare, then fade, and Obito takes a full breath. His magic dances along his skin, bloody-orange and getting brighter, and he glances at his partner. Rin nods, bringing up her gun, and Obito darts forward with her at his shoulder. The first group of revenants lunges from the shadows of an overturned stand, and Obito leaps for them, fire sparking. It explodes in a billow of blue-white, lashing out, and Obito twists around charred corpses as they drop. On his right, Rin spins and plants her feet, firing twice. Tight knots of silver light whirl into the dark, striking a skeletal, red-skinned servant squarely in the chest, and it screams, bursting like a smoke bomb going off.

Even as it dies, Rin twists back to the front, purple magic blooming into a bubble with a flick of her fingers, and a second low-level demon bounces off it. Obito sweeps between them, lashing out with one foot to drive it back. In the wake of his high kick rose vines burst from the cement, wrapping around the servant and dragging it down. Another bullet from Rin finishes the job.

“Such a romantic!” she calls, laughing, and Obito grins, throwing himself forward. He summersaults right underneath a revenant’s grabbing hands and comes up with a surge of fire following. Rin shouts a word that echoes with power, and an instant later wind howls down the street, making the fire burst into a sheet of flame that catches wherever it touches dead flesh.

Behind them, a loud crackle of electricity and the smell of ozone announces that Kakashi is keeping up. Obito risks a quick glance back to see a trio of revenants falling without heads, and flicks a handful of flames at them to be sure they won't rise again. Kakashi offers him a crinkle-eyed smile, then flexes a hand, sparks of yellow-white light still dancing around it. “Forward?” he suggests.

“Always,” Rin agrees. “Obito, up ahead—get behind them, and we’ll catch them between us.”

Obito doesn’t pause to acknowledge, but calls up a surge of blaze-bright power and wraps himself in it, focusing on the far end of the street where several uniformed agents are struggling to hold back a flood of revenants. “Be careful,” he tells her and Kakashi equally, and closes his eyes and jumps.

Even among Blades, teleportation is a rare skill. Blades are unusual to begin with, witches with magic stronger than their bodies can contain without a Chain’s help, able to do without thought things that other witches need rituals and days of preparation for, and none of the others Obito has met can match him and Rin. He wonders, sometimes, how much if it is Madara's doing, and how much of it is just them, but it doesn’t matter.

In a blaze of red-orange light, he appears right in front of a struggling witch who’s trying to fight even with a revenant’s hand around his throat, and charges.

Magic is easy. Fighting like this—no holding back, no mercy, just targets and clear purpose and an undeniable reason—is even easier.

He passes right through the startled witch like a ghost, wrenching dead fingers from living skin and sending fire crawling across reanimated limbs. The creature wails, low and eerie, as it staggers back, but Obito ducks around it, dismissing the heat and stench of burning meat. A servant has another agent pinned, ignoring the bullets that are peppering its skin as it leans over her, ready to steal her soul, and Obito lashes out, orange light coalescing into a razor-edged curve as it leaves his fingertips. The magic tears through leathery skin and the demon disappears in a whirl of smoke.

Darts of violet light miss Obito by inches, headed for another pair of revenants harrying a bleeding witch, and Obito raises his voice to shout above the clamor, “Their regeneration?”

“Not working!” Rin shouts back, even as another pinpoint shot hits a servant in its third eye. The creature screams as Rin's magic greedily devours it, leaving only the faint smell of brimstone behind. “I think there are too many!”

There really are. Obito can see the fighting ranging across the streets around them as the summoned creatures push out towards the inhabited areas. This isn’t an attack like the others—this is the final sally, buying time for whatever working is being done. They need to find the witch behind this before things spread further. Only witches can kill revenants, and while Obito knows that witches are as common as baseline humans now that the Purges have stopped, he doesn’t want to take the risk of setting the undead creatures on the general population.

Taking a breath, he focuses and reaches out, spreading his fingers. All around the street, revenants burst into white-hot flame that flares skyward and then goes out in an instant. It’s a feat of precise control and massive strength that no one but a Blade could manage, but Obito still staggers as he releases the spell, vision wavering and breath suddenly short. Instantly, there's an arm around his waist, hauling him back upright, and a familiar voice in his ear.

“Steady, steady,” Kakashi murmurs, flicking his fingers. Lightning leaps away, striking a servant and making it screech and disappear into smoke. “Are you all right?”

“Fine,” Obito huffs, though he doesn’t try to stand on his own quite yet. A controlled burst of gunshots heralds Rin's arrival a moment later, and she skids to a halt beside them, ejecting her empty clip and slamming a new one home with practiced ease.

“Smart,” she tells Obito, sounding faintly breathless as well. “Anyone with blessed steel can kill a servant, so that bought us some breathing room. Now we need to find the caster. Any ideas?”

“Where exactly do the leylines cross?” Kakashi asks, shifting Obito's arm over his shoulder so they can walk more easily. “Would the witch need proximity?”

Rin and Obito trade glances. “Yes,” Rin confirms. “For something this big, they’ll have to have set up right on top of the nexus. Obito, do you need a boost before we go?”

“I'm fine,” Obito insists, pulling away from Kakashi to stand on his own. His head only spins a little, so he gives Rin a faint smile and nods. They’ve both fought in worse condition. “Come on, the nexus was this way, in an old theater.”

“The Historical Society is going to love that,” Kakashi says dryly, but he keeps to Obito's left as they hurry down the street. “Rin, where did you get those bullets? I want some.”

Rin laughs, pausing for half a second to dispatch another demon. “That’s my main talent,” she explains. “I can bind magic to inanimate objects. The leech bullets are mine, from my secondary talent, and the rest I have Obito fill with different attributes. They only work for me, though.”

Kakashi's face pulls into a childish expression of disappointment. “Ah, how disappointing. You're like a superhero with those.”

“Ignoring the fact that I'm the Blade in this relationship?” Obito mutters, peeved. “Because teleportation isn’t cool at all.”

Because she’s undeniably evil, Rin beams sunnily at him, then veers right. “Over here,” she calls, rounding the theater. “There has to be a back door somewhere.”

There is one, and it’s even standing open, the heavy padlock snapped and discarded on the ground. Obito eyes it before running a glowing hand over the threshold, checking for traps or alarms. There's only one, a hex with enough force behind it to kill if triggered, and he shatters it with a scowl. “Clear. Should we split up and look for them?”

“Split up?” Rin asks dubiously. “In a dark, creepy theater, with an evil witch on the loose? I'm aware that horror movies scare you, Obito, but I know I've made you watch at least a few with me—at the bare minimum enough for you to realize what a terrible idea that is.”

“They do not!” Obito protests. “Just because I like comedies—”

“Romantic comedies,” Kakashi puts in helpfully.

“—doesn’t mean your stupid horror movies scare me!” Obito finishes, ignoring the other man pointedly.

“Fine,” Rin says sweetly, her expression perfectly innocent. “Let’s have a horror movie marathon as soon as we get the TV set up. When you admit you're scared, I win, and we can stop watching.”

“Fine,” Obito spits back, then realizes what he just agreed to and swallows a loud groan of mixed self-disgust and deep despair.

Rin just smiles triumphantly. “You're invited too, Kakashi,” she informs their friend. “I'm sure Obito could use someone to cling to when the terror gets too much for him, after all.”

Kakashi looks about three shades more cheerful at the mere thought of it. “You're too kind,” he says, crinkling his eyes at her in a hidden smile.

“I hate you,” Obito hisses, even as he summons a veil around the three of them. “You’re a terrible, awful, wicked person and I can't believe I'm friends with you.”

Of course, Rin just laughs, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I love you too, Obito,” she says cheerfully. “Now, the witch?”

Stretching out his senses, Obito concentrates for a moment. Leylines aren’t something even a Blade can sense, not without an excess of preparations and rituals. Even so, there's a brief instant when the leylines’ magic shifts into something more recognizable, just before it’s funneled out into the city to raise more revenants.

“Got you,” Obito mutters, viciously satisfied, and stalks forward into the darkness. Wisps of magic slips across his skin, the veil concealing them from whatever technological or magical security might be watching, but beyond the gossamer feel of his own power is a darker, harsher presence, heavy and watchful. Behind him, both Rin and Kakashi feel wary. Rin has her gun out and ready, finger hovering near the trigger, and there are sparks leaping over the backs of Kakashi's hands, blinding-bright in the gloom.

And then—

A chant, soft but eerie enough to raise Obito's hackles, and he freezes. Half a second to be certain it’s what he thinks it is and his gaze darts back to Rin, who looks paler than she did a moment ago. Her lips part, shaping a name, and Obito nods grimly. He sends more power into the veil, shielding sound as well as sight, and says, “It’s Hidan.”

“You know him?” Kakashi asks, and Obito nods.

“He was…another student,” he manages. “Follows the Cult of Jashin, which worships death. I thought this was a distraction from his real goal, but since it’s him, this must have been the plan all along. He’s going to flood the city with revenants, and every time they kill another person he gets a new body to raise. But if he’s here…”

“So is his Chain,” Rin finishes quietly, and Kakashi's brows rise sharply. She meets Obito's gaze a little helplessly, then looks at Kakashi. “They won't fight together, even though they have to stay close—they hate each other, and they're only bound because Madara forced them to be.” She pauses, biting her lower lip, and asks, “Obito, with this much power—do you think…?”

She doesn’t have to finish. It takes massive amounts of energy to break the bond between a Chain and a Blade without one of them dying in the process. Madara was thorough, as much as Obito hates to think anything even vaguely complimentary about the bastard. He wouldn’t have made it easy for any of his students to wiggle out of their seals.

“A leyline nexus would be just about the only thing that could, I think,” he admits, rubbing a hand over his eyes. “Damn it. Fucking fantastic. And I can't even blame the bastards for trying.”

“I feel like I've been saying this a lot,” Kakashi says mildly, “but the translation for those of us not sharing brain-space?”

Obito breathes out sharply. “When I left, Madara took me to a…a school,” he manages. “Or a training camp, maybe. He just called it the Academy. There were eight other witches there, and four of them were like me, Blades who had just come in to their power. All the others were paired up with Chains, whether they wanted to be or not. I got lucky—at first Madara wanted a Blade who could function on their own. By the time he’d given up on that, Rin found me.”

“Part of being a functioning Blade and Chain pair is trust,” Rin adds softly, sadly. “Some of the matches Madara made were good. The others…well. Hidan and Kakuzu could never stand each other, and Madara made their bonds stronger than most. If they want to break the connection, this is probably the only way to do it, since they both specialize in the undead. With a whole city’s worth of revenants and servants reflecting and amplifying their power, they might be able to escape.”

Kakashi looks between them for a moment, expression grimly blank, and says, “We can't let them finish. Even if you understand their reasons, it doesn’t excuse thousands of innocent people dying.”

“I know that,” Obito answers, looking away in frustration. “It’s just—hard to think about.” He shakes himself and turns back towards the source of the energy. “Leave them to us, Kakashi. You need to deconstruct whatever ritual they're using and see if you can send the undead back to their graves.”

“Just what I've always wanted to do with my life,” Kakashi says dryly, stepping forward. Taking a breath to steel himself, Obito moves with him, Rin sliding smoothly into place on his other side. The chanting is echoing from up ahead, through an open doorway, and Obito snorts when he sees the plaque outside.

“Of course the showy bastards would set up on the literal main stage,” he mutters, and Rin chuckles, Kakashi huffing out a soft laugh. Obito casts them both a quick smile, motions Kakashi back a step, and slips into the room.

There are candles everywhere, tall and thin and black, and the sheer amount of negative energy being put out makes Obito grimace. He follows the lines down to the center, where a familiar silver-haired figure is seated cross-legged inside a circle of runes. Kakuzu is prowling around the edges like a starving wolf, eyes on his Blade and expression impatient. He keeps fingering the long knife at his belt, as though itching to use it, but Obito remembers when they were first bound and knows that wouldn’t do any good. Kakuzu’s magic makes him like a revenant, able to replace whatever limbs or organs get damaged, and Hidan is practically immortal unless his body is destroyed completely.

A hand touches his elbow, and Obito glances down to see Rin watching him. She touches her chest and then gestures at Kakuzu, and it’s easy to read the meaning in the knife-sharp intent written across her face. Hidan is almost impossible to kill, but if Obito distracts him and stops him coming to Kakuzu’s aid, Rin can take out the other Chain and kill them both in one blow. She’s a strong witch in her own right, and with their bond to bounce power back and forth between them, endlessly amplifying it, Obito is more than willing to put his money on Rin. He nods, and she gives a tigress’s smile and flips the safety off on her gun.

With a glance back to check that Kakashi is still out of sight, maintaining his advantage of surprise, Obito takes a breath and banishes his veil. Instantly, Rin brings her gun up, squeezing the trigger, and pale blue light explodes from the muzzle—not aimed for Kakuzu, who’s already spun to face them, but Hidan. The bullet hits him squarely, a perfect headshot that hurls him back and sends him sprawling half in and half out of the circle.

Not wasting a moment of their advantage, Obito throws himself forward, vanishing in a flare of orange light. He comes out right in front of Hidan as the Jashinist is staggering to his feet, and hurls as big a handful of fire as he can grasp directly into the other man’s face. Hidan cries out, staggering back, and before he can recover Obito sweeps his legs out from underneath him, dodges the swipe of a trench knife as Hidan goes down again, and snatches the other Blade’s ankle. Teleporting two people is harder than just managing himself, but Obito does it anyway. Letting Hidan stay near a ritual like this, one powered by and attuned to death, is only asking for trouble.

Three gunshots in quick succession and a pained roar from Kakuzu greet them as they spill back into realty, now at the far end of the room. Obito tumbles away from Hidan’s furious surge of grey magic, and the undirected blast strikes the chairs behind him. In an instant they age, visibly crumbling until only fine powder is left, and Obito skirts the pile warily, keeping his eyes on Hidan.

“You’ve gotten better,” he says coolly.

“I could say the same, bitch,” Hidan returns, wiping blood from Rin's bullet out of his eyes. “So you made it out alive after all. That’s fucking disappointing.”

“Likewise,” Obito growls, lashing out. Orange light follows the path of his hand, razor-thin and equally sharp, and Hidan only just manages to duck out of the way in time. He comes up with a snarl, another explosion of ash-grey magic hurled right at Obito's head.

They’ve fought before—everyone did, at the Academy, because that was what they were being trained for. But even if Hidan has improved since then, Obito has had nine years in Kiri dealing with everything from sprites to demon lords, and he’s not about to let the bastard take him by surprise. He goes low, rolling right underneath the attack, and presses a hand to the threadbare carpet. It flares, catching fire easily, and the tongues of flame sweep towards Hidan’s feet.

Hidan leaps back with a curse, stomping hard, and then snarls. With a grimace he sprints forward, right through the flames, and swings the knife hard at Obito as the other witch comes to his feet. Obito twists into another roll, surrendering ground in favor of not getting stabbed, and then flings himself into the cover of the rows of seats.

“Fuck you! Stand still and let me kill your ass!” Hidan rages, kicking hard at a chair before he shoves his way into the narrow aisle.

Obito smirks back, then lifts his hands. Orange light sparks, and he narrows his eyes in concentration. The seats are made of wood, but it’s old, has almost forgotten what it once was. He feeds its faint memories of life and sap and seasons, fresh air and sunlight on new leaves, and then pours his magic into every dusty cell, urging it to grow.

With a groaning, creaking surge, it does.

Hidan yelps and stumbles as new trees shoot up all around him, twisting and merging and gaining momentum as they go. Roots tangle his arms and legs on their way downward, magic giving them strength and drive to bore through concrete and tile and continue down into the earth, and branches catch his body as they shoot upwards, tearing through the roof and out into the clear sky. Hidan’s magic lashes out, concentrated entropy trying to eat away at the wood, but Obito grits his teeth and slams even more power into his creations, buffering them, pushing Hidan’s energy back before it can even start to get a foothold.

“Fucking bastard!” Hidan screams. “You goddamned hypocrite! If that fucker had done to you what he did to me, you’d try the exact same thing!”

For half a heartbeat, Obito can't help but imagine it. He thinks of being bound to Deidara, or Kakuzu, or even Konan. Thinks of not having Rin for all the horrors Madara put them through, for the near-torture and the days without food or water and the punishments for failing.

And just for a moment, he falters.

Hidan screams in victory, his magic racing forward like a tide with teeth. It’s too late for Obito to do anything, too late to stop it, and he throws himself back even though he knows it’s too slow, not enough. He raises his arms, covering his face, and cries out as the skin is stripped from his bare arms, as magic eats its way into muscle. Somewhere he can hear Hidan laughing, loud and cruel, and then—

A choking gasp. A gurgling cry, and the sound of a body dropping lifelessly to the ground. The hungry magic vanishes, and with a sound almost like a human wail wind sweeps through the theater, snuffing out every last candle in a rush.

There's a long moment of silence, then a handful of cautious footsteps. A second later the lights hum to life, bringing the room into sharp relief and making Obito blink away spots. He pushes painfully to his feet, clutching his heavily bleeding arms to his chest, and looks around.

The ritual has been dismantled, every other rune scorched out of existence, the bowls of offering knocked over, the candles at each compass point lying on their sides. Rin is standing over Kakuzu’s body, chest heaving and expression somewhere between grim and relieved, and the other Chain is clearly dead, a hole with singed edges punched through his chest and three neat, tightly clustered bullet holes in his forehead. Hidan is dead too, staring blindly up at the canopy of green that used to be the ceiling. Obito doesn’t bother checking him for a pulse; apparently Madara made doubly sure his Chain and Blade couldn’t escape him, even with the death of one. It’s something that Obito has suspected for a while, since the very first time he drummed up the courage to study the runes that bind his power to Rin's.

Her death would be the end of him in more than just the figurative sense.

He glances up, eyes flickering to Rin and then over to Kakashi, who’s standing beside the light switch. There’s no blood on his hands, but Obito can see that the hole in Kakuzu’s chest is the same size as a fist, and assumes that Kakashi's lightning must have cauterized the edges even as it destroyed the bastard’s heart.

“Everyone still breathing?” he asks wearily, sending magic down his arms to at least slow the bleeding. He’ll need Rin's attention, but it’s nothing he’s going to die from immediately, as painful as it feels.

“More or less,” Rin answers with a tired smile, glancing up. Her eyes catch on his arms and she blanches, holstering her gun and bolting up the steps to get to him. “Obito!”

Kakashi is just a beat behind her, and he pushes past to duck through the tightly-packed trees and carefully grab Obito's elbow, helping him around the trunks. “That looks terrible,” he says gently. “What did you do, let him skin you?”

Obito rolls his eyes, but leans his weight against the other man regardless. “Like hell,” he retorts. “Hidan was good at entropy magic. I'm lucky he wasn’t aiming too well; if that last shot had hit my face, I’d be even more hideous than I already am.”

Strong, callused fingers brush over the scars on his right side as he sinks down to sit on the stairs, and he glances up at Kakashi a little warily. The other man just smiles a bit, then brushes his thumb over the corner of Obito's lips. “You shouldn’t fish for compliments,” he says, but he looks closer to fond than rebuking. “If you do I’ll be forced to make a fool of myself writing sonnets to your beauty.”

“Do you even know what a sonnet is?” Obito asks critically, arching a brow at the ridiculous idiot he still can't seem to get over.

Kakashi clears his throat pointedly, eyes crinkling with mischief. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May—”

“All right, all right, you do! Now shut up before you embarrass yourself any further,” Obito huffs, letting Rin stretch his arms out straight. Violet light washes over the raw flesh and he sighs in sharp relief, tension easing out of his muscles as the pain fades. “Hecate, Rin, you're amazing.”

“And I'm not?” Kakashi complains lightly, settling next to Obito. A hand snakes around Obito's waist, and he leans in to press his lips to Obito's cheek. “Hearing you scream like that—I thought I had lost you again,” he murmurs.

Obito breathes out, carefully controlled, and then lists sideways to tap his temple against Kakashi's. He’s…tired. Tired of fighting, of running, of pretending he has nothing to do with his past. Tired of holding himself apart from the one good thing he had before, and could have now. They're not the same people they were twelve years ago, both of them older and broken and scarred in different ways.

When that thought crosses his mind, Obito gently tugs one hand out of Rin's hold and reaches up, leaning back to run his thumb over the scar that nearly cost Kakashi his eyes.

“I already hurt you,” he says quietly. “It’s more than likely I’ll do it again.”

Kakashi smiles, catching his wrist in a loose grip and laying a kiss on the back of his hand. “It’s a good thing I'm a bit of a masochist, then,” he answers, eyes crinkling with warm humor. “Besides, I hurt you, too. All you wanted was someone to help you control our magic, and I rejected you.” He sees Obito open his mouth and shakes his head. “My father was killed in the Purges, and I blamed the fact that he was a witch for his death,” he says quietly. “I just…was set in my ways, and never wanted anything to do with magic, even my own. You leaving—it made me get my head on straight. I'm not going to do that again, Obito. I won't lose you a second time.”

Obito breathes out. He gathers up his fears, his uncertainties, all the lingering bits of hurt, and sets them aside. “Then it’s a good thing I'm not planning on going anywhere, isn’t it?” he says, keeping his tone light, and pretends that Kakashi's answering smile doesn’t make his heart flutter. When Kakashi leans forward, tugging his mask down, Obito meets him, tasting blood on his lips and the ozone-edge of lightning on his tongue. He kisses Kakashi desperately, hungrily, trying to make up for twelve years without, and Kakashi answers him just as eagerly, his arm tightening around Obito's back and all but dragging him into his lap.

When they finally break to breathe, Obito is all but panting, and he laughs, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Kakashi's. “Damn,” he whispers, and maybe he’s smiling like an idiot, but he can't bring himself to care.

“Very much so,” Kakashi agrees, and kisses him once more, brief and hard, before he leans back.

“Can I look now?” Rin asks plaintively, and Obito takes one glance at her, sitting with her hands pressed over her eyes, and snorts.

“You were the one who told me to go for it,” he reminds her without mercy. “Therefore this is technically your fault.”

Rin huffs, trying for offended, but her smile ruins the picture. “I didn’t mean right in front of me,” she complains, then pushes to her feet. “Come on, we should check that breaking the ritual sent all the revenants and servants back to where they're supposed to be. If you two can stop sucking face long enough to actually do your jobs, I’d be grateful.”

“Killjoy,” Kakashi accuses, but he stands as well, pulling Obito upright with him. “Onward?”

With a laugh, Rin hooks an arm through each of theirs. “Eyes on the horizon,” she starts.

“And keep walking,” Obito finishes, and means it with every inch of his soul.

It’s good to be home.