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"Izuna, you cute, adorable baby!"

Izuna stared dryly at Obito, a disgusting frown etched onto her face. He was gushing about how cute she was because she burned his Hitai-ate and threw his ninja sandals to the rats at the dumpsters. What part of that was cute? None, absolutely none. In the spur of the moment, Izuna flung the cereal-filled bowl she was clutching at his face, drenching him in the spoiled milk that had been in their refrigerator for at least two days now.

"What the f-"

Obito reeked of the horrendous stench, and she couldn't stop herself from flinging her body at the nearby trashcan and dry heaving. She almost pitied him, really. Vomit and milk dripped from his face in a sickening mixture as he hurtled towards the bathroom. She could hear him retching violently into the toilet seat, but did she regret it? No. As his sister, it was her job to be as cruel as possible towards him. Maliciously smiling, she crossed her arms across her chest haughtily as she zoomed towards the kitchen, not planning on stopping with her wickedness anytime soon. He had started the war between the siblings as soon as he called her 'cute', he knew that it was personal, and he deserved every single bit of the cruelty he was getting.

Izuna's lips tilted upwards in a gentle smile when she heard the sound of water running, knowing her brother had given her enough time. Obito didn't shower quickly, and she knew he was going to spend more time today to get the smell completely off of him, if he could that is. Necessarily, she didn't believe that he could get rid of the horrid smell in one shower, but who knows? Obito was Obito, and he always found ways to do the impossible. Izuna loved her brother dearly; he was the only one she had ever since she was an infant. Sometimes, however, Obito tended to get ahead of himself, and this was one of those times. He should have known better.

Making quick work of throwing the breakfast-kind of food they owned in the sink, she turned the water tap on and watched in glee. The sight was almost as retching as Obito looked, what with all the colors mashed together in a damp slop-looking combination. Pursing her lips in deep thought, she skidded eagerly towards the refrigerator once again, opting to take the drinks instead this time. The lid of the unspoiled milk cartoon wasn't easy to open, so she took extra pleasure in spewing the whole thing on the food with her eyebrows raised highly as if to say 'oops'. Fifteen minutes later, Obito opened the restroom door slightly, enough to make her hear his voice.

"Izuna?" He called out, but continued on in a moment of stupidity. "I need clothes. Now." Huffing indignantly and soundlessly, the girl grabbed his Shinobi uniform off the couch where he left it yesterday and threw it at his outstretched hand. Obito closed the door, but not even a second later he screamed at her exasperatedly.

"And my freaking boxers, darnit Izuna!" Said girl rolled her eyes, a smirk climbing up its way onto her face nevertheless. She trudged grumbly up the stairs and towards his room, hearing a 'now!' from her brother. At least he learned to say 'when' he wanted what he needed. Snickering at her brother's misery, she got him his undergarment and left it in front of the restroom's door since he had closed it. Her knocks on the door echoed throughout the silent house, and by the time he had opened it once again, she was already in the kitchen, eating the last chocolate in the house.

Five minutes passed before she heard the door opening for the fourth time that day, signaling that Obito was finished with his shower. Smiling at her brother softly and genuinely, Izuna watched in amusement as he crept alongside the wall, his hands raised in front of his face in a defensive and ridiculous manner. He was afraid of her attempting such a prank on him once again, but in her mind, he didn't need to be afraid. There was nothing left for her to drench him in other than water, anyway, but she wasn't about to spill just a cup on him. That would be too uneventful. Narrowing his eyes at her suspiciously, he spoke.

"You won't try anything like that again, promise me." His eyes glinted in mirth, probably plotting his sweet revenge against her, and that made her drop her shoulders in defeat. If she promised him, she wouldn't be able to take any action against him again until his payback on her. It didn't matter though; she never passed a promise up. Biting her lips as she turned to stare at the ground instead, she flexed her fingers.

'Promise.'

Obito grinned at her mischievously as he straightened back up once he saw her response, even if he already knew what it would be beforehand.

"Yosh!" He exclaimed with a sudden burst of energy while trudging to where she sat at the kitchen table. He didn't even enter the kitchen when he stopped in his tracks and smelled the air, his nose in the air like a puppy, before he raised his arm into the air and sniffed his armpit. Frowning in confusion, he turned to his sister intentionally and knowingly. "What's this stench?"

All he got was her thumb pointing backwards at the sink as she stood up to throw the chocolate wrapper in the bin. And he got a smile too. An innocent smile. He didn't like it. His sister did not innocently smile. Never. Glaring at her distrustfully, he headed towards the sink, and god, he wished he didn't.

"IZUNA-" He was just about to start screaming his head off at his sister, but she was faster than he was. All he found was the front door left ajar, and her nowhere in sight. He screeched out in frustration as he fisted his hair and pulled at it harshly, aggravation seeping into his expression. Looking at the clock hanging on the wall was the last straw before he screamed out and started crying with a depression cloud hanging above his head. Hurrying out of the front door himself, he called out for Izuna, panicking. He was going to be late again.

He could have left her alone to deal with her mess, but he knew she wouldn't do anything about it alone, and he definitely preferred not having that smell thicken by the time he got back to clean it up.

"Help me? Please?"

Hearing his obviously shaken voice, Izuna stuck her head out from the bushes she was hiding in, a few twigs and leaves stuck in her head. Obito flung his arms around him like a chicken, trying to get her to come and help him. She stuck her tongue out at him, but followed him into the house nevertheless.

Half an hour later, they had managed to unplug the sink and get rid of the poignant stench. Sighing in relief, Obito's shoulders sagged as he slid down the wall, finally getting a chance to relax. Immediately, however, he remembered that he was twenty minutes late, and he had no Hitai-ate or footwear whatsoever.

"Blah!" His hysteria returned as soon as it was gone. He clutched onto his sister as he shook her like a ragged doll. "I don't have shoes. What am I going to do?!" Mini-waterfalls fell down his face at the thought that he was going to have to walk around on bare feet. Izuna blankly stared at him as she broke out into a cold sweat, not having thought that far when she pranked him. Instantly, however, she brightened up considerably and broke free of his hold, rushing to god-knows-where. A minute later, she returned with a pair of his old ninja sandals, his ninja identification paper, a wrapped box and some money.

"I'm not going to wear those to a mission, they'll get me killed." He grumbled out instantly, not giving her a chance to explain herself. He got a slap on the back of his head in response. "What was that for?!"

'Go to a shop to buy new ones, wearing these.' Understanding her was always easy, considering she used the Shinobi code, which he naturally used on missions. When she had gotten admitted into the academy, she had to find a way to communicate with her teachers quickly and efficiently because writing on paper was too time consuming. Yet, learning a sign language was too hard for her, what with all the movements of her hands. When she stumbled upon the inconspicuous, but simple language of the Shinobi code-one which didn't require much movement of her hands because it was made to be discreet-she took it up instantly. At least, most Shinobi could effortlessly understand her quickly now. Obito would stay up late with her to 'teach' the sign language to her, as if he wasn't just learning it himself. 'And use the paper to get a new Hitai-ate.'

"Oh." Obito hastily nodded his head at his sister, taking the items into his hands. He didn't reach out for the box however, glaring nastily at it. "I'm not giving Bakashi anything." His teammate had acquired the rank of Jōnin recently, and Obito, initially, had bought him a gift for the accomplishment; however, thinking better of it now, he decided to leave the present behind. That was payback for taking Rin's attention away from the Uchiha, who had been promoted to Chunin a while back. Obito got another slap on the head, but Izuna backed down and placed the box on the ground beside Obito. She never met her brother's teammates, and who was she to say that Kakashi wasn't as bad as Obito made him out to be?

'You're thirty minutes late, go.' And he still had to run some errands, just his lucky day. Obito wore his sandals in a rushed manner as he stood up from the ground.

"I will go to the mission directly, so don't wait for me." He took long strides to hurry, as he turned and waved at his sister. "But next time, expect payback."

Izuna merely waved him off with a grin. 'Maybe when you become Hokage.'

"I'm not waiting until I become Hokage to get my revenge!" Irked by his sister's behavior, he huffed in irritation, turning his back to her and walking away. He waved one last time before calling out. "Anyways, bye! And don't skip the academy in my absence!"

Giving him the stink-eye from behind his back, she shrugged her brother's words off. She was already three hours late, and she wasn't about to face her teachers wrath. Opting to stay in the house for the rest of the day, Izuna threw herself on the couch, finally relaxing her stiff muscles.

Obito didn't get breakfast, as per her plan of throwing anything that could serve as breakfast away, and she certainly didn't give him enough money to buy food on the way, not that he had time, anyway. He was going on a mission hungry, and that made her giggle soundlessly in delight as she buried her face in some pillows animatedly. Serves him right.

Obito and Izuna were similar in a multitude of ways, despite the six years age difference. They were both pranksters through and through. They also shared a father, and both of their mothers had died while giving birth to them. Their father, however, left Obito at birth to their grandmother. Perhaps he didn't know how to raise his son. He died about two months before Izuna was born, however, so she didn't think much of it. Their grandmother died about two years ago, so there was that as well. Additionally, being ridiculous at studying, meditation and anything that required them to forcefully think was a trait they both shared.

Maybe Izuna ought to have been kinder to Obito, show him that she appreciated him more. She should have gone with him to buy him those damn new shoes.

Because Obito decided to buy food with the money she gave him instead. And, just like he said, his old pairs got him killed.

He wasn't going to take his revenge against her and he wasn't going to become Hokage. He wasn't coming back, and he told her not to wait for him. He told her.

She should have just stuck with burning his Hitai-ate, and now he wasn't coming back because of her. Not him, not his new Hitai-ate, not his sandals, nothing.

Naturally, Obito and Izuna shared a variety of things as siblings, but they also had their differences.

But the one major difference between him and her?

She was alive, and he was dead.

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