Five minutes. That's all it took. The enemy came, they saw, and they conquered. The threat was eliminated, and mission was complete. As fast as they came, they left. No one was left alive; at least no one important.

Kakashi and I are the only ones left after the attack. I lay there in a puddle of my own blood. Blades connect my arms to the ground and a knife is sticking out of my stomach. I glaze my eyes over to Kakashi.

His mask is burned off, along with most of his clothing. His right leg is bent backwards, but that doesn't stop him from breathing. The more I look at him, the more hate boils up inside of me.

He killed Rin.

His hand went straight through her heart; I saw her lifeless body fall with a thud.

While my heart was shattering, the enemy took that time to leave me half dead.

It should have been me, I should have died. Not Rin, not poor Rin. She left, and I didn't even tell her how I feel. I didn't even say goodbye. I could have interfered, I could have been strong. But I was weak, and my weakness lead Rin to her death. My lip starts to quiver as I break the most basic of shinobi code: I cry.

I cry until my tears mix with the blood around me, until my hands turn numb and my body cold. Until a red moon emerges out of the clouds and sheds it's light on me.

Three years later

I spent my 18th birthday slaughtering the people who once killed someone very precious to me. Someone whom I still mourn to this day.

"Mission complete, Sensei." I say kneeling down.

"Obito…" Minato says through a trouble face. "You've killed the people that hurt you, is your dream complete? Do you feel fulfilled?"

I sigh. We've had this talk before. Him warning me that going down the path of revenge is a cold and lonely path. That I'll crumble before I complete it.

But I ignored his warnings, and went down that path anyways. For the past three years I shed blood and tears to kill those people. While Kakashi went to be a jounin teacher, I became a soulless ambu. I locked my feeling away into a chest three years ago, and kept them there ever since. The day she died, I died, cause a heart doesn't have to stop beating to be dead.

Minato's question lingers in the room.

"Do you feel like you've completed this goal of yours?" he asks biting his lip.

"Yes." I say in a monotone voice, but something inside me isn't right. The hole in my heart isn't filled, and I don't really feel like I did anything. I've killed the people who hurt me, and I don't feel like I did anything. When I was going to get my revenge, I thought it would feel sweet, but instead it feels like I need more.

"Do you have a new goal then?"

I stop and think, do I? For the past three years all I ever thought about was to kill those ninjas, did I ever think of what I would do after?

"Obito, maybe you should mentor some students of your own? Kakashi says he loves mentoring my son and his team, maybe you could join him?"

My breath catches in my throat.

"I'm not supposed to grow any personal connections. I gave my life to the village." I say looking at the ground.

Minato sighs. "Then I release you from ambu duties."

My head snaps up. "You can't do that. I made an oath."

"Well then, I can dispel that oath. I have that power."

"No! Please! I like being ambu!" My mind hurts. This is the first time in years I've lashed out. I forgot to keep my feelings in check. They've slipped out from the chest.

"Obito, listen. You've traded yourself over to be nobody. Was selling your soul really worth the revenge?"

The room falls silent as I think about that night. Not at all.

"Yes." I lie.

"Fine. What's your dream now then?" Minato asks.

"I-I don't know." I lie as I look at my feet. I know my dream, it's to fill the hole in my heart, to bring Rin back to me somehow.

"Then I'll make one for you. Abandon your post as ambu and come back to this world." With a hushed voice, he adds, "and move on."

The summer night greets me as I storm out of Sensei's office. It's enough expelling me from ambu, but telling me to "move on!?" Lucky guy never lost anything in his life! I clench my fists. Rin died and everybody 'moves on.' Was she not important? Was I the only one who avenged her death?

Because of Kakashi, Rin died. And now he's mentoring some stupid team trying to forget that he killed my best friend?

A black blur flies across my vision. It jolts me from my thoughts and I activate my sharingan to chase the black figure. There's no way an intruder will hurt anyone in my village. Chakra bursts alive within my eyes. I trace his every move and throw kunai to slow him down. The figure falls, revealing a man with a spiral mask on.

I teleport next to it. With my eyes swirling, I preform the hand sighs for fire.

"Wait. I can help you bring her back." The masked man croaks.

I stop what I'm doing. Is he talking about-

"Rin."

My hands fall.

The figure takes this time to shoot a sword through my stomach.

I grunt in pain and jump back. The masked man runs towards me and, with his sword, slices my finger off.

I recoil. He's fast. Very fast. Faster than anyone I've ever fought. My sharingan spirals and I try to analyze him.

With blood oozing out of my hand, I panic. He slices off the finger that make it possible to wield hand signs. I'm useless without jutsus. Realizing this, I start to really panic. I'm going to die.

A red moon shines above me.

"I hope I helped your dream" I hear the wind whisper.

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