It was dark. The sun had set and stars lit the sky. The soothing chirp of the crickets had lulled him into sleep hours earlier, but he now lay awake, staring at the wall, as his mind would not let him rest any longer. After staring at the wall long enough to recognize the type of wood, Obito turned to face Reis sleeping form. She lay closer to him tonight; close enough that he could reach out an arm to touch her. Unconsciously, she rolled to face him, inadvertently closing the space between them, her hands on his chest forming a barrier between them. In his tired state, this didnt surprise him. He ran a hand through the dark half of her hair gently, brushing the dark locks out of her face. She looked calm, her breathing even, her eyes closed. Well, her eye. The other was his own. He was still trying to grasp that fact.
Her right eye, black and analyzing, was exactly like that of an Uchiha.
If only Obito had known how right he was at the time. He recalled what