Obito Uchiha

[When the gear turns on, he's hidden in a tree, from the looks of things, leaning forward so the sky is behind him and his somewhat long, no one has pinned him for a haircut in months, hair is falling toward the gear as he looks past it at the ground.]

So, if anyone asks, I just maybe wanted to make lunch, I swear. I didn't think that the sink would explode like that and flood the place.

Ahh, but, erm. Advice on how to go about telling someone you accidentally murdered the food stash?

You know... before they find me.

[The feed clicked on, and for the first time in months everyone got a view of an orange and dark blue clad shinobi. His goggles were off his face, and his headband was nowhere on his head, likely because he was trying to scrub something off of the metal plate and had it in his lap, but otherwise he looked well enough, a bit bigger, lankier, but otherwise, fine.

Some people would be able to note he looked much more at peace too, under his irritation.]

Okay, enough is enough!

I mean it.

I fall out of contact for a few weeks, and what happens? Everyone up and decides to go home! Let me tell you something. I am so not thrilled by this.

So I don't care if we fought last we talked, or haven't spoken in months for no good reason, or anything like that. If you recognize me, come say hello to me because I would like to know who is left around here.

Okay?

This is stupid, and I apologize right now in a blanket 'yeah I get it, it's my fault too' for any and everything that might've kept us from talking.

But, seriously.

Hello and I want to talk to everyone, okay?

[Obito has a rather solemn look on his face as the camera is turned on, and he has a Ditto settled on his shoulder, the pink pokemon looking decidedly miserable as it leaned against the teen's neck.]

Hey guys. So... I know you've heard me on about Rin, both my teammate, and the boy I know, in my time here. The boy being one of those silver haired ones who started off a Riku, for those who don't know.

I have the teammate here with me now, and the boy, well, he went home. Sort of.

[He lifted a tiny book between his fingers, giving a lopsided smile over the thing.] Since he claimed this was his normal body so...

I guess he gave me his body, but there's no mind inside to talk to so...

I don't really like that trade much.

[He gave a laugh and scrubbed at his face, swiping at tears before they could start and more determinedly held them back.]

I know he's not dead, but what he told me about where he was in his little nexus of home worlds means that it's not very likely he'll be back this way either.

Ah, right. One last thing. Wherever you are in town Sensei, he left me a note. I think it has to do with what we talked about.

It says "Don't forget your light. I won't."

I don't know why I would but... [He closed the little book, looking rather determined.] I'll do my best not to let him down.

And if he comes back... I hope he remembers so I can ask if that was just his way of saying he'd miss me.

But, no tears. Tears always confused and upset him so, I just wanted to put the word out to anyone from where he's from, because I know a lot of you, and I know you'd want to know.

Later guys.

[The feed clicked off at that point, with Obito back to being solemn.]

( A simple concise image makes its way across the network... )

[Obito sent the message, then tried to keep the screen from flickering out on him. Again. After the first few... encounters... he'd lost all his fire pokemon into the system, then his electric ones, so they were running low on light sources. And it had only been two days. At least, he was pretty sure it was two days, the network had been super quiet and that was making it harder to tell.]

You think I should have done that differently?

[There is a lot of rustling around, and finally a bit of a clatter before any kind of visual turns on... and the first thing everyone sees is a rather smug looking Zoroark, one who looks like he's about to launch into trying to communicate with you all before Obito's voice is heard in the background.]

OI! Henge! Flip that around okay?

[Huffing, the gear is turned around, and Obito is shown standing fairly deep into mountain of carefully sorted eggs, which have sticky notes slapped on all of them saying what they are. He gave everyone a little wave once the gear was turned on him.]

So I had this brilliant plan to breed up some eggs so that I could try and help supplement the household funds, what with there being so many of us to feed and shelter and whatnot right? But I er, might've sorta kinda forgot that when my pokemon have babies they're really enthusiastic about it.

So I'm selling them all! [He waved his arms to encompass the room.]

Also, for those of you not interested in eggs, which would make me sad but hey, I can handle it, how many of you have had to get a handle on how you feel about people showing up from home and knowing that... all isn't well and there's nothing you can do about it?

Like, really really nothing you could do, even if you went home right this second.

OKAY, who got to my Charmander?! [The camera of the gear gets directed... at a Charizard.] When I went to sleep she was tiny, and now she's HUGE!

And she still seems to be of a mind of refusing the idea of going in her pokeball. She's never been in one before and I have no idea how I'm supposed to go anywhere with her now since, you know, she's no longer small enough to carry.

Has this happened to any of you?!

[It's him, though only the goggles were in view, his headband having been neatly adjusted so that it was just dark blue cloth and the metal plate was quite hidden in the folds of material. It was definitely long enough for it. He was also lounging back on a bed with a blank wall behind him, his charmander dozing on his chest]

So. How many of you have had a moment where you're sitting there going 'when the hell did I become the smart one?'

I mean, I've never been stupid, but things have been ridiculous lately.

[Oddly enough, the gear is set down on the table, his goggles mostly obscuring the rest of the room where his Charmander and newly evolved Servine are off to one side having some sort of staring match. The voice that came over the line was indisputably human though, and thoughtful.]

I've been in this place for nearly a month now. A lot has happened in that month. I've met family, I've met friends, and I've realized that my life wasn't as much of a failure as everyone always liked to tell me it was back home.

My teammate, the one I died for, and yes, I died before I woke up here, very thoroughly and messily I might add, apparently changed his entire life based on a few things I said to try to be more like me. He even uses a phrase I screamed at him once as a motto I've heard. I kind of want to see what he's like without being so bitter, but that clearly won't happen unless he shows up here.

But... Everyone else forgot about me. I'm just that guy that gave my famous teammate his Sharingan, an eye for the unaware, and I'm not even known for my own name. My baby cousin, the one here, hadn't ever heard of me. That's my own fault, in some ways, I died before he was born, but did I really do nothing worth mentioning after my demise?

It was a war, and a lot of people die during wars, I know that, and I know I've made a huge difference in the world just by a final set of actions, but... I'll never see it. I'm not sure it's satisfying.

I'm afraid to ask if anyone but that teammate made it out of the war. What if no one knows? What if no one wants to say?

But I'm drifting off topic here.

What I wanted to say was that I don't think that just pokemon change from level to level. A whole different personality to go with a whole new body, right? How many people feel like that happened to them too?

So yeah, a lot of things happened since I got here, good things, bad things... but who else feels like they were changed in some permanent way just by getting here?

[The video starts without any preamble, and then it's turned to show all his baby mons, running loose in his room. All nine of them. The two older Pokemon are stuck right in the middle of it, being either climbed or perched on.]

See this? Everyone is hatched. Everyone. Do you hear me Rin? I have no eggs right now!

[There's a pause as the Charmander, the oldest of the babies, comes to investigate and gets petted for her trouble.]

Ahem. Right. But I'm letting them run around before we head out, since a bunch of these guys are getting balled.

I'll catch you guys later.

[With that, the gear turns off so he can get back to packing, but he'll be quick to answer if he gets a reply.]

[Unlike last time he sent a message out over the network, there was no clatter. Then again, Obito was also clearly not the one holding the gear, which was rather low to the ground, the image half obscured by a bright green leaf. And there was shouting.]

Katon no! He didn't mean it! Cabbage! GUYS STOP!

[There is a dizzying moment as the gear is spun around, and the image is cleared of greenery, though it's wiggling a bit like the one holding it is laughing. Obito, holding a baby Charmander in one arm, is between his Ponyta and Deerling who look rather like they want to take a bite out of one another.]

This is way uncool! I -know- you two can get along. Is it Kiyo? [The baby charmander, who had a pretty impressive looking grip on his shirt, was lifted a little.] You were cool until Kiyo hatched Cabbage! Kinda. Okay maybe not so much, but you were learning to get on with Katon just fine!

And where's the other one..? Hyorogan! What're you doing with my gear? Wait!

[Thus, with the video still on, you finally get to see the baby Petilil as she makes a run for it with Obito's gear in hand, giggling all the way.]