Amnesia
An ObiTobi fanfic
Dedicated to Mikey, my love and the craziest Tobi fan I know. Thanks for some of the crack theories that may come up. Go Tobi!
Italics are thoughts. Bold is Zetsu's black side.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or anything associated with it, never have, nor will I ever. I wish I did, though… Sigh
The young man regained consciousness slowly. He looked around the battlefield. Why am I here? He thought. His thoughts were interrupted, however, by someone speaking to him. "So you're finally awake," The man said, nearing him. The youth could now see the man who had spoken. He was beyond strange. The man himself was half black and half white. In addition to the unusual skin coloration, the man's head looked as if it was being eaten by a monstrous plant. The man wore a dark cloak, with a high neckband and red clouds. The man spoke again, and this time the young man noticed that the white side of the plant man's face was talking. "I didn't think you would make it." There was a laugh from the black side of the plant man's face and that side started to speak. "More like I hoped you wouldn't. I wanted to eat him." The plant man continued to walk towards the youth. "I should get some of the others to help you." The plant man looked at the youth critically. "You're not in too much pain, are you?" The young man shook his head.
"I…" He whispered hoarsely, "…I really can't even feel the entire right side of my body."
"I'm really not surprised," Replied the plant man. "The right side of your body was crushed under a large boulder. I was surprised to find you clinging to life." The plant man looked at the youth. "Will you be alright if I leave you for a few moments?" He asked. The youth nodded weakly. Then the plant man seemingly melted into the ground, leaving the young man alone with his thoughts once again. Oi, He thought, Who am I? He really couldn't remember who he was. His left side started to tingle as the blood started to return to his limbs. He also noticed his left eye didn't seem to be working. He reached up weakly to where his eye should have been. It wasn't there. The young man was confused, but his confusion was broken by the plant man returning. "Well," He started, "I can take you back to our base for treatment. There is just one condition: You can never go back the life you had before."
"I can not remember the life I had before," The youth retorted. "I have nothing to loose."
"Right," The plant man said, starting towards him.
"Before we go," The young man started, "Do you know who I am?" The plant man shook his head. "Well then, will you give me a name then, for I can not remember my own name?"
"I'll call you… Dinner… Tobi," The plant man said. "Are you ready to go?" Tobi nodded, letting him be picked up and melt into the ground with the plant man.
"So this is the boy you found?" A red-headed boy in a black cloak, which matched the plant man's, said bored.
"Yes, Sasori," The plant man sighed. Sasori observed Tobi with his rust colored eyes.
"We should be able to help, though I don't know how much," He stated. "Plus, if he doesn't make it, he can always become part of my collection."
"Sasori," Growled the plant man. Sasori ignored him.
"Zetsu, go get Kakuzu and Orochimaru, if they're here." Zetsu nodded and left after setting Tobi on a table. Sasori sat in his corner and observed Tobi in silence. Soon Zetsu returned with two people behind him. Both were wearing the black cloak with red clouds. One was pale, with dark hair and snake-like eyes, which had purple marks around them. The other had fabric covering his head and mouth, and a headband from insert waterfall village name here.
"He doesn't look very good, does he?" The snake person hissed.
"No, he doesn't," replied the other. Are we getting paid for this?"
"Sure, I'll pay you afterwards," Zetsu sighed.
"We should get to work soon," Sasori commented. The others nodded.
"I'll leave you to your work," Zetsu said, exiting the room. Sasori made a few hand signs, then lightly touched Tobi's arm, causing Tobi to fall unconscious.
Tobi awoke some time later. Zetsu had returned to the room, and Sasori sat in the corner alone, but the other two had already left. "He's awake," Zetsu said.
"How bad am I?" Tobi asked.
"We fixed you up pretty well," Sasori said, sounding bored as usual. Tobi tried to get up, only to find that he couldn't'. "We figured you would probably try to get up, so we restrained you until I can finish this," He commented, holding up what looked to be some sort of long-sleeve shirt with metal plates down the outside of the arms. Tobi's eye grew wide.
"What is that for?" Tobi asked.
"You," stated Sasori. "It's made to help set and support your bones. We actually had to re-break several of your bones, because your bones had already begun to heal." Sasori turned to Tobi with a faint flicker of interest in his rust colored eyes. "It's strange, because your bones shouldn't have started to repair themselves. It's very strange." He turned away for a few seconds. There was a click and he turned back to Tobi. "I've finished with it, so I'll explain now. While you were unconscious, we had to figure out how to support your body while allowing mobility. This resulted in us making you, well, a hybrid of sorts. You see, I've put a wooden 'cover' around the bones in your body. This 'cover' has metal plates along the outer arms, which will help hold this," He explained, holding up the shirt, "Onto your body. This will also help protect you." Zetsu growled a little at Sasori, who calmly stated, "At least I didn't make him part of my collection." Tobi could tell that Sasori was proud of his work. Tobi put the shirt on (with the help of Sasori) and got up. "Though I wouldn't even want him in my collection. Not with that missing eye."
"You've done all this work on him; why not just replace his eye? Zetsu commented.
"I don't have any sharingan to use, and a mismatched eye would have been worse," Sasori replied. Zetsu and Sasori talked a little longer, before Zetsu departed from the lair with Tobi by his side.
"I have quite a few things to talk to you about," Zetsu started, "So I would appreciate it if you listen." He looked to make sure Tobi was listening. "First, you're now my subordinate. You have to do what I say. Second, from now on you can have no contact with your village that isn't absolutely necessary. From now on you are associated with the group I'm in; the Akatsuki. Finally, and I'm only saying this to try to help you, I suspect you're from Konaha. Does it help?"
"It sounds vaguely familiar," Tobi replied. Zetsu shrugged.
"I tried. Oh well, Tobi is a good boy, so I'm sure you'll find it," Zetsu commented. Tobi whispered something that was not quite audible to Zetsu. "Oh, I also got you this," He said, taking out a swirled mask. "I figured it's best that no one can recognize you for the time being." Tobi nodded and took the mask. After fixing it to his face, Tobi said, in monotone, "Tobi is a good boy." But who am I?