Tobi felt sick as he listened in on the meeting that would decide little Naruto's fate. One side called for Naruto to be raised in an environment where he would be properly trained to use the powers he would have thanks to his status as a Jinchuriki, and the other demanded that Naruto be raised in a village that was already calling for his death. Even as she lay slowly dying, Kushina-san had come up with a plan that would have saved both the undeserving village and her son from the fate he was about to suffer, but that bastard he'd once looked up to had once again gone off to do whatever it was he wanted, not caring that he was leaving someone he'd moments earlier claimed was important to him behind to suffer the consequences of his actions.
If the bastard had been there that day, Rin would have never been captured...
Throughout the discussion that was little more than an argument, Little Naruto slept on securely swaddled in white wrappings and completely oblivious to the monumentous discussion that was taking place around him as the newly re-instated Sandaime Hokage discussed options with his council of advisors.
He should have known that something like this would happen. His sensei...his former sensei, who had left him behind without stopping to take the time to at the very least properly dispose of his body which would have given him a quick and merciful death rather than forced him to endure a seeming eternity of pain, had sacrificed his son in order to save a village that was completely undeserving of such.
Ironic, considering the fact that the man had chosen to save his son over his wife despite the fact that her loss would have repercussions that were a great deal more far-reaching than those that would have followed the loss of the boy, especially then when the Kyuubi was only just contained. Not that the kid had really been in any danger since his former sensei who had always loved Kakashi best was more than quick enough and strong enough to save the baby, and he'd known that the man would be selfish enough to save his son despite the potential cost to others.
Reining in his temper before he slaughtered one of the few people to show him kindness rather than scorn and not question why he wasn't better than he was, he departed, vowing to speak with Shimura Danzo who had been comrades with his grandfather during the First War, and who had sometimes given him candy when he dropped by while he was visiting his grandfather, at a later date after he'd cooled down.
Years later, his little cousin Itachi who was too blinded by his loyalty to Konoha to see it for what it really was never even bothered to ask why he wanted to destroy the village, not that he would have actually told him.
His reasons for why he he himself wanted to destroy Konoha multiplied with every tear that was shed, and later not shed by a small blond child who was snubbed by the very people who should have loved him and cherished him, and would have cherished him had his father not been the selfish bastard he knew him to be. A small blond child who was so much like him it was both eerie and painful to watch because he knew how that path ended. A blond child who would have to die because the bastard who had left him behind despite the fact that he'd sworn he'd never leave him behind had decided to rather unnecessarily sacrifice him for the safety of the village even after Kushina-san who knew her time was rapidly ending had come up with a plan that would have worked without cursing her son to her fate.