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Just a oneshot I was thinking of. No yaoi, just frienship.

Summary: Obito loses the war. The world wants him dead, but Kakashi fights to keep him alive. Killing an "insane" man is a cowardice act, so, deeming Obito mentally unstable, the world locks him away forever, his only visitor Kakashi. As he slowly fades away, he begins to cling to Kakashi like a life source, even if he doesn't fully remember the silver haired man.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

He wanted to scream.

Sitting on a bed, locked in a white padded room with a light burning dimly above, and tied in a white straight jacket, Obito Uchiha questioned the point of screaming.

Could he even do so anymore? Could he even speak? He doubted it. Ever since he'd lost the war, ever since the the leader had been so merciful to spare him, he'd found that his voice had begun to fade and disappear completely.

He screamed, he shouted, he cried...all the while, his voice died.

And now it was gone, and his tear ducts were dry, he couldn't remember the last time he had cried.

Could he even cry? His eyes had been sealed, but he wasn't blind. He could still see, the Rinnegan and the Sharingan had been taken from him though. He was helpless, defenseless, and all in all, lifeless.

Obito wished the the leader could just kill him. What did he have to live for? Why was he even being protected?

Was it that man?

Did the elders fear the village would retaliate against him, did they fear the villagers would try to hurt him again? Isn't that what the village wanted, for him to be dead? Then why did they stop hurting him? Guards handled him roughly, they tortured him in more ways than just physical and he took it all, welcoming death with open arms.

But that man with the white hair stopped them, he'd pleaded with the blonde the leader , going as far as to drag a staggering and drugged Obito into the office and begging the the leader to keep him alive. The the leader had succemed to the man's wishes, and Obito was now being kept alive.

Did that man plan for him to rot in this padded cell? He didn't know, but he was certain that whoever the man was, he cared about Obito deeply. He visited him every day though the Uchiha said nothing to him, he hardly looked at him ,however he was always concerned about Obito's health and eating habits (not that he ate much at all), and he always seemed to come at the most convenient times, when the poor Uchiha felt like he was suffocating.

On cue, the door to his cell opened and closed. Obito know it was that man again, he didn't have to look up. He heard footsteps, and slowly felt the pressure of another person sitting on his bed.

The man began to speak like he did every time he came, his voice monotonous and dead to Obito. However, the Uchiha didn't like the man in here because he spoke; he liked the man to be in his room because he was on sliver of sanity Obito could cling onto.

The man felt so familiar, yet so different.

Words such as, "Please," and, "remember," and "sorry" were tossed around numerous times, but Obito didn't reply. He couldn't speak. Instead, he inched his way towards the silver haired man and rested a tired head on his shoulder, knowing the silver haired man didn't mind.

He closed his eyes and felt the vibrations coursing through his body as the man continued to speak. Obito smiled just a bit, snuggling further and further against the man's body.

As he did always, the silver haired man sighed and stopped speaking.

Obito didn't mind at all though, as long as this phantom of his past could remain with him just a while longer. This man clearly understood him despite the fact the he couldn't speak or really communicate, he loved him despite the fact that he was practically locked up and deemed unstable. He cared for him enough to plead with the the leader to keep him alive.

Two strong protective arms wrapped around the frail criminal, and Obito felt himself slowly drifting into sleep, mentally preparing himself for the absence of the presence beside him the moment he fell asleep.

He wasn't incredibly sad though. He knew that this man would never leave him, he knew that this man would always come back.

And, as his eyes fluttered and fought to stay open, Obito concluded that if this silver haired man was going to live for him, than Obito might as well do the same for the silver haired man, even if at the moment, he believed life was pathetic.

OOOOO

Throughout this, Obito see's life differently than he normally would have. This is why he does't use names. Honestly, I hope this happens to Obito. I don't want him to die, i really like Obito :(. Anyway, I have ONE irukaXkakashi picture on my DA account, trust me, it's nothin' pretty. Check out my latest pencil drawing though, I'm proud of those. ANyway, this is just my small oneshot. Was it slash/yaoi ? No, but if you squint, maybe you can see a bit of it. Please review and I hoped you liked it! Have a nice week and God bless!