(A/N): So this is my first story and it's dedicated to one of my favourite couples, Obito and Rin. Comments are appreciated, oh and I'll be having a contest for fans, just read the bottom info for details. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

'Shit...' That was the first thing that popped into Obito's mind as he found that he couldn't move. He had been careless, exploring the extent of his dimension travelling, only this time, he was 30cm tall and had the body of a plush toy by the looks of it. Not to mention that his charka levels were incredibly low that he couldn't even save himself from this embarrassing situation. 'What to do...' He pondered as his single sharingan eye looked out at street of people that passed by the glass panel before him. Oh he really hated this predicament.

She walked quietly down the street of busy people, on her way back from school. Finals were on the way and she was really beginning to feel the pressure. She sighed before noticing a new toy had taken the spotlight of the Shiromiya Company's display window.

It was a particular doll she'd admit. Bright orange swirl mask, black cloak with a red clouds with a tuff of black inky hair on its tiny head. In all honesty, it looked like nothing the company would normally make. It was too dark and there was a hostile atmosphere that the plush toy seemed to emit. She found herself standing before it, looking down at the single red eye that seemed to stare back at he with equal intensity, if that was even possible.

'No way...' Obito was lost for words as he stared at the girl before him. 'It can't be her? Can it?' He thought. Familiar warm brown eyes bore into his sharingan as he memorised ever single detail of this girl. The white and blue sailor uniform she wore that looked adorable on her, hugged her every curve snugly. Her milky pallid perfect skin shone, and the way her face was framed by shoulder length brown hair, slightly longer than he remembered but all the same to him. It couldn't have been Rin, could it? There was a possibility after all as this was a new dimension. And, from his observations, she looked roughly sixteen or seventeen, around the same time she died in the Shinobi world. So maybe it was her, but what now? What was he to do? He couldn't even move.

Rin walked into the store, and found herself buying the toy. As the man handed her the plushie she could help but cradle the doll in her arms all the way home. It brought this feeling of warmth to her, it made her heart flutter in an odd way. Was that even possible for a toy?

He was going home with the Rin look alike, although he couldn't completely call her that since she didn't have any purple stripes on her face or seemed to know about a single thing about medical jutsu. Although a part of him was curious and intrigued by this girl. Not to mention that he would never admit how comfortable he was as she cradled him against her chest.

His red eye seemed to observe the path this girl was walking before she stopped at this complex area of houses, it was called 'Canal Avenue'. He didn't know what it meant, but he figured that it might have something to do with the water falling off house walls. When the girl entered her house, number 45 he distinctly remembered, she walked quietly up to her room. As she passed the hallway, pictures of her and another woman flooded the walls, but there were no sighs of a father figure in her life. She soon made a sharp left turn into what could be described as her room. She placed him down on the soft bed before placing her school bag beside the desk.

His eye scanned the room. He couldn't help but notice how relatively neat it was. Pale purple walls, a white book shelf filled with either school or medical books. A small dresser was placed to a corner, a photograph of her and the same woman from the others. Beside that was her desk, all neat and tidied, but what caught his eye was the rose in a glass bottle that stood on a stand. It was particular. Everything in the room reflected the girl. Everything but that rose.

Rin yawned as she grabbed some clean clothes from her dresser, she had things to do. Walking into her bathroom, she took a relatively quick shower before returning in a large T-shirt and some loose sweat pants. Tying her hair into a neat pony tail, she got out her revision notes and began her studying. The little plushie sat comfortably on her bed, she made sure to rest it's head against her pillow. It went on for an hour before it was time for her favorite show. Grabbing her plushie, she brought it with her to the living room before settling it down to watch Glee, god she loved that show. The songs were so good, and now that Adam Lambert was part of the crew, it just made things even better. When he sang 'Marry the night' Rin was squealing as she unknowingly cuddled the plushie.

"He's so awesome." said Rin as she laid on her back, looking at the screen, letting out a sigh. "If only I could find myself someone cool like him." She looked at give plushie before cuddling it to her face as she smiled at the toy. "Maybe you could be my perfect boyfriend," said Rin smirking. "That is if you will ever come to life..." She sat up, placing the doll down as she headed to the kitchen, it was almost seven and she had to make dinner.

He watched her leave, his face was hot and flushed as he watched her retreating form fade. She had confessed she wanted a boyfriend, and he was her perfect example, or rather that man in the black box was. However, it didn't matter. The sound of silver ware clattering indicated that she was in the kitchen, probably cooking. The door of the house opened, he watched as a woman walked in, the same woman in all of the photos.

"Rin?" said the woman.

Obito felt his heart freeze. 'Her name was... Rin?'

She came out of the kitchen to see her mother. "Hi mom, welcome back." said Rin, grinning from ear to ear.

Her mother returned with a soft smile. "So how are things in school?"

Rin bit her bottom lip. "I guess everything's been tense since finals is coming up." She admitted grudgingly.

Her mother responded with a curt nod before glancing over to the couch, her eyes spotting the doll. "You bought a new toy?" She asked, strolling over and picking it up to take a look. "Aren't you a little too old?"

Rin flushed before replying, "No," walking over and plucking the toy from her mother. "It's so cute."

Ayaka had many words to describe the doll but cute was not one of them. She felt a chill shudder down her back as she looked at its single red eye, and that mask... It just made things more ominous. "Alright, so what's his name?" She asked.

"I don't know..."

'Obito, my name's Obito.' He mentally prayed she could hear him. His red eye looking longingly at Rin as she smiled brightly down at him.

"How about Tobi?" He didn't mind that name but he wished she remembered his real one. To be honest, his charka levels were low. He didn't know how long he was going to be stuck here in this world, but if he was stuck, he didn't mind. As long as he had Rin, he was fine.

ATTENTION ALL MANGA/ANIME FANS OR ARTIST! THIS IS THE COVER CONTEST!

WINNING COVER IS THE OFFICIAL COVER FOR THIS STORY.

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