Okay, here's a story from my head. Blame the muse, I was looking at something getting inspired for another story. Taking a break from my busy schedule to write. Anyway this sorta goes along with The Caged One (you probably could get away with reading just this one but if you find this interesting there is more out)

Naruto isn't mine so please don't attack me.

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I am sitting on the 'ground' of my mind. It's boring and I haven't been able to experience the pleasures of being totally free in many years. I am trapped in this cage. Now before you ask me why I am trapped in my mind and how, let me just say it's a long story. Short version is that I was in an accident that very nearly killed me and I was 'rescued' by this guy who turned out to be my body-stealing ancestor, Uchiha Madara. I tried to rebel and he stuck me in this little mind cage without any source of outside information. Yep, that's the short run of the information.

I suddenly feel a jerk, a jolt come the ground of my mind. What was that? my mind wondered. Not long after this I hear an almost blood-curdling scream coming from somewhere close. Then soon after I saw someone enter the room. They were older and heavier set. They were breathing heavily. As they got closer, I saw their eyes, They were Uchiha. Something was familiar about this man and then it clicked.

"Dad," I state shocked.

He looked at me with same utter shock and disbelief as me.

"Son! Is that you or are you just a figment of this twisted mind, meant to torment me?" He asked coming up to the bars that separated us.

Before I could respond, my father coughed up blood and we both looked down. There in the middle of his chest was an end of a sword protruding out surrounding with the dark red tinge of blood. He looks at me before his neck muscles give way and his head bobs freely. His legs give and he sumps down. Behind him appears the monster that has trapped me inside my own body.

Madara smirked at me."Sorry about the little disturbance, dear Obito. It's a little messy out there. Some got away from us. Don't you worry though, you won't be disturbed anymore. So you can go back to whatever you were doing before."

He looked back at me before dragging the body of my dead father out of the room. I heard more distant screaming but none had come as close my father had. It made me wonder what atrocities was going on out there. What had caused my father to come running into my room? That was the question that raced through my mind. I started to pace my limited area. What was happening? I ponder awhile longer, The screams and cries for help eventually die out and there is silence once more. I almost wish for more screams but that would be cruel. Had my father been a figment of Madara's twisted imagination to try to keep me in line and the screams were a part of that. Yes, that was it. It hadn't happen, my father was still alive and seeing him die was all a part of Madara's cruel and twisted imagination. Yes, that was it.

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So that's the end. This came to me as the new chapter of Naruto came out and we found more interesting information out about a certain event in Konoha's history (cough, cough, spoiler: Uchiha massacre) I had this information in my head and then I reviewed my story (sounds weird that I read my own stuff, but that's what half the stuff I write is for) and then this thing came into being.

Um, if you need a better picture for who Obito's dad is think the two character's in Sasuke's flashback whom he refers to as Auntie and Uncle. That is who I always pictured as Obito's parents. Ummm, what else to explain… Sorry about the length. I can't help if my muse gives me a short story to write. Anyway, you hopefully know what to do, read and review. Any good constructive review helps me with my writing.