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Sakura Haruno and the many people I ship her with: Oneshot dump edition

Chapter 125: Bond (Obito/Sakura)

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He could…he could feel her, feel every subtle emotion that raced through her as he channelled her chakra throughout his body, utilizing every drop he could in order to execute this perfectly…

It was very overwhelming, especially after having denied his own emotions for so long. Before this, he'd honestly been a shell of his former self- just a tool to be used by the right, or wrong, person.

But now…now, as her determination, her love and care for everyone itched at the back of his mind- Obito had no clue how he'd ever lived without it.

And once it was over?

It wasn't really over.

He could still feel her throughout that last battle, even though they were no longer connected via chakra. He could feel her worry, her worry for him -Obito Uchiha, the man who'd only just tried to kill them all-, and as absurd as it sounded, he worried for her as well.

Obito worried, and fretted, and tried to get up to help- even though he knew he couldn't so much as lift an arm in their direction. He tried.

He tried for her.

For the girl- his old teammate's student, not his teammate himself, though that would have made much more sense to the downed man.

No, nothing had made sense to him, not since he'd felt that rush of emotion, of pure innocent intention what seemed to flood him hours ago now.

So yes, he tried for the girl he didn't know. He tried, and he held on, and he fought- because he…he needed to make sure she was okay. That she made it out okay…

And she did.

She did, and the first thing she did was rush to him, her hands glowing with what little chakra she had left, her face worried as green eyes silently pleaded with his own.

'Don't give up.'

And if it was for her? He wouldn't.

Why, he didn't know, but as her chakra moved to slowly mend his most fatal wounds, he felt…

Peaceful.

For once, after years of hatred and loathing and anger- he felt peaceful.

Relaxed.

And the small smile she shot him before passing out told him she knew.

That she felt him, just as much as he felt her

'Don't give up.'

He wouldn't, he wouldn't let this peace, let her and her care slip away if he had anything to say about it.