Chilly night wind blew in through the open window and stirred the half-open curtains. A single blood-shot eye was staring out into the dissipating darkness, not seeing the setting moon. Another long and sleepless night, seemingly endless battle to ward off nightmares that were waiting for him, behind his own eyelids.
The still form sprawled naked on his stomach on the disarrayed bed, alabaster skin glistening with sweat in the chill air, hands clutching the sheets, motionless. The tention would not leave him, not till he could close his eye and sleep, and he couldn't do that... He could not face what lived inside his head.
His other eye, the cursed sharingan, his blessing and his damnation, was responsible for the never ending hell. Coupled with his natural talents it made him quicker, stronger, better, more cunning, more knowledgeable than single person can get in 100 years, because he could see and remember everything. Everything! Every splatter of blood, every scream of pain, every harrowing look, torn bodies and limbs, monsters and people tearing each other apart. Sharingan didn't care that they were dead and gone, good, bad, evil, innocent and guilty, his friends and enemies - the pleading and howling mass of voices curdled inside his brain every hour of every day, sharingan feeding it back to itself. It was taking over his life. It was making him mad.
Why did he not just tear it out, rip the nightmares out of himself? Because thats all that he had left... From his father, and his sensei, and his dearest friends. Last present from Obito, last clear memory of them. Even with the nightmares, it is better than just to forget... He owed them that much.
The dull blue eye, surrounded by dark circle, blinked slowly. Breathing came steady but forced. The endless swirling was pushing him to the edge, he wanted to explode, to scream, anything to get it out of his system, anything for a moment of peace. Sharply, he sat up on the bed and grabbed a small bottle of pills off the bedside cabinet. Spilling them out, he put them all in his mouth, threw his head back and swallowed. Slowly, he let himself slump against the wall and onto his bed.
'Please... please.' his restless mind begged for relief from the horrors. The blue eye full of misery stared out of the window untill drugs forced his consciousness out.