"GET THE FUCK OUT AND STAY THE FUCK OUT YOU FUCKING BITCH!!"
"ALL YOU EVER WANT TO DO TO ME IS FUCK UP MY LIFE AND FUCKING MOOCH OFF OF ME!!"
"I AM THROUGH WITH YOU!! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!"
"YOU FUCKING HEARD ME!! GET OUT!!"
And that was the last thing I heard from Onii-san. I don't think that I can bear to go back after that. I'm not strong enough to bear his wrath, am I? Please, Kami-sama, make my life a lot better than it was in that hell. Please, if you do exist, show me through this simple act of lightening my burden. Lighten my dept. Whatever I owe, I'll pay! Just please, don't let me be tortured again. .
9 years old
It was a quiet, dreary afternoon. The kind of afternoon where you just want to spend it curled up in your blanket and drift to sleep. But, with my luck, the exact opposite would happen. Yes, I am the cursed child in the family, always having to run around and do everything while Onii-san sits around, making me feel like the black sheep in the heard. The dismembered pig. The Example of a bad younger brother.
"Tobi-bouso, take out the garbage before you go to the store." Onii-san says as he watches TV from his seat in the couch, eating chips and drinking sake. I nod quietly, fearing what would happen if I didn't do as I was told. Getting up, I slipped and knocked down his sake bottle. I was always a clumsy kid growing up, and my parents accepted that. They accepted it right until they died in the war. That stupid Hyuuga war...
"Baka! Stop at the alcohol shop to pick up 2 more bottles of my sake!" Onii-san yelled as he threw a dirty rag in my face. "Now clean it up!"
I cleaned up the mess quickly, throwing the rag into the laundry bucket on the way out. I glance at it and sigh. I'm going to be stuck doing laundry again tonight. Running down the drive, I pick up the big, hefty bag on the step and put it into the garbage can. I run down to the stores and pick up everything that was on the list. I even stopped at the dirty alcohol store to pick up that nasty stuff that Onii-san drinks so much. On my way home, I noticed that it slowly started to rain. I ran up the drive and into the door. Looks like laundry would have to wait.
"Here you go, Onii-san" I say as I bow down before him like a whipped family dog. He looks through the bag to make sure that I've gotten everything.
"...where are the chips?" He asked in suspicious voice. Onii-san looked over to me with an evil look on his face. His eyes were wide with anger and the corner of his mouth twitched into a crooked kind of smile. I shivered and held my arms in front of my protectively.
"YOU WILL FOLLOW ORDERS AND YOU WILL LIKE IT!! YOU GOT IT RUNT?!" He shouted in my face, the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath. I felt a sharp pain crawl through my arm, and a gush of wind flying across my face. I slammed up against the wall with a sudden thud shivering through the house's floor. I looked up with tear filled eyes, hoping that this was all he was going to do. He kept smiling his crooked smile, like he was going to a friend's house to drink and gamble. I covered my head with any body part that I could. He slashed and struck my back until it was raw. Then, he turned me over and put his fingers around my right eye socket.
"Now, Tobi-baka, this is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you." Onii-san smiled as he took a kunai out of my little ninja pack. I looked up with big, wide eyes. He wouldn't...
"GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I screamed subconsciously as his fingers found their way into my skull, and secured themselves around my poor eye. He yanked it out violently turned it down to my face so I could see how pathetic I looked at the time.
I was laying there, with purple cheeks and a bleeding forehead. My eye hurt like hell, but it was past the point where I would really notice it with all the other intense pain circulating through my system at the moment. He took the kunai and snipped the single nerve. I lay there defenseless as he threw the eye away. I saw him go to the small cabinet and pull out some gause.
"Your getting the floor dirty, clean yourself up, you disgusting excuse for an Uchiha!" Onii-san spat in my face as he threw the guase at me. I wrapped it around my open eye socket, and started wiping up the big puddle of blood that had accumulated through the fight. I throw it into the garbage can and start doing my chores again, like nothing ever happened.
Later, after all my chores were done, I went to bed. Or, what barley passes for a bed anyway. I have a small little piece of Styrofoam on which I curl up on, a shabby little rag so I could cover myself, and one of Onii-san's pillows from when he gets too drunk. The smell never came out of the pillow itself, so I cover it with some sweet smelling stuff that he keeps in the bathroom.
Hopefully I'll be okay for the night.
The next morning, I woke up to go to the ninja academy, but Onii-san said I could have the day off from studying at the academy as long as I just stay in bed and rest. So, I stupidly took his offer. I found him bringing home a little girl, about my age, probably 13 years old, with dirty blond hair and a strange purple diamond on her forehead. She looked at me with a panicked stare.
"T-Tobi-kun?!" She cried in an exasperated voice. She ran to my side and hugged me. It felt warm. I felt this little pain on the top of my head, followed by a soothing stroking feeling. I realized that she was petting my head, but for what? All shes doing is getting blood on her hands and pretty white and purple dress.
"T-Tobi-kun, do you remember who I am?" She asked in a pretty high pitched voice. I shook my head. I still hurt from whatever happened yesterday, and I can't remember anything from before. Who was this nice little girl who came to help me?
"I'm your classmate, Tobi-kun. I'm Tsunade-chan. Remember? Pleas tell me that you remember!" She cried. Onii-san then stared down at her and then glanced at me slightly.
"Well, you said that you were a medical ninja, so fix him already!" Onii-san said as he plopped down on his usual seat. I sat on my bed, dazed as this girl tried to fix me. This girl was gentle, warm, soft...it was almost like I was going to sleep in a big cushy bed, like Onii-san had his room. She stuck me with a small needle, and sewed up my eye, gave me an eye patch, and even got my back into regular shape again. She sighed, tired and chakara depleted after all that she has done for me. She then got up and walked toward the door. Before she left, I ran up to the door and hugged her from behind.
"Thank you, Tsunade-chan." I said in a quiet, sickly voice. I kissed her on her cheek, and watched her blush as she walked away. She was pretty, but I guess she needed to get back to her life, like everybody else does. Just like I need to do right now.
"Tobi-teme, go do the laundry, the smell of blood is making me dizzy." Onii-san complained as I walked with the big stack of laundry. I fell, feeling dizzy. I heard a slight tearing near my back. Did my stiches come out while I lifted that heavy load?
"You idiot, Tobi!!" Onii-san yelled. He took a clean, perfumed rag and covered his nose and mouth with it.
"You KNOW that I can't stand the smell of blood!" He yelled. I cowered into a corner, getting ready to feel immense pain. I felt him pick me up by my neck, and then dropping me on the outside door step.
"GET THE FUCK OUT AND STAY THE FUCK OUT YOU FUCKING BITCH!! ALL YOU EVER WANT TO DO TO ME IS FUCK UP MY LIFE AND FUCKING MOOCH OFF OF ME!! I AM THROUGH WITH YOU!! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!! YOU FUCKING HEARD ME!! GET OUT!!"
And that was the last thing I heard from Onii-san. I don't think that I can bear to go back after that. I'm not strong enough to bear his wrath, am I? Please, Kami-sama, make my life a lot better than it was in that hell. Please, if you do exist, show me through this simple act of lightening my burden. Lighten my dept. Whatever I owe, I'll pay! Just please, don't let me be tortured again.
I do not own Naruto in any way shape or form.