Childlike
By: Song
Summary: Tobi is a good boy, if only in dreams.
A/U: 'Tobi' is referring to the bit of Obito the body has retained, where as 'Madara' is the dominating presence, or the one actually in control.
This came about when I read whatever chapter it is when Itachi dies and Sasuke meets Madara. It made me think, 'what does Obito/Tobi think of this?' Thus came this fanfic (which isn't quite what I wanted, but to hell with it...) On the title: it is common, that after a traumatic head injury, the person will be reduced to childlike state. Obito/Tobi fits this description. And no, I don't own Tobi/Obito, Kakashi, Rin, Minato, Madara, or even any of the Akatsuki.
Tobi wants to be a good boy.
At one point, he must have been. He almost remembers what it felt like to be hugged.
Only good boys are hugged.
Tobi wishes he was a good boy, but he can't be. He does things he doesn't want to, like hurt people. He knows hurting people is wrong, the little bit of him left after the accident revolts when he does things like kill. But Tobi can't help it. Madara-sensei tells him its normal, and he will only be a good boy if he does as he says. Madara-sensei knows these things. He wants to believe, that if his friends were still around, then he would be loved, and hugged like a good boy. He thinks that maybe the silvery one will scoff at him, secretly smiling, and they'll be able to play together again, sparring, just like old times. Maybe the young girl would call him stupid, giggling before hugging him and kissing him on the cheek. And the golden man would ruffle his hair, and chuckle as he growled his dislike.
Then they could all live happily ever after.
But that won't happen, because his friends abandoned him. Good boys aren't abandoned.
Madara-sensei tells him that if he wants to be a good boy, then he needs to make new friends. Better friends. Akatsuki are his new real friends. Tobi doesn't like Akatsuki though. They're mean, and make fun of him when he isn't there. Tobi knows this, he feels they're hateful glares when his back is turned. Real friends don't make fun of each other.
So Tobi waits, and does as he's told.
Madara-sensei knows these things after all.
Tobi, however, doesn't know any better. He doesn't know love, joy, gratitude, contentment, or even purpose. That part of him was taken away years ago. Tobi just exists. Always has, always will. Living to do the bidding of others, yearning only for their pride and acceptance in his own childish way.
Tobi is a good boy.
If only in dreams.
Fin