Even Angels Have Their Wicked Schemes

Prologue

WARNING: Canon X Canon, Yaoi, possibly OCCness, Alternate Occurrences from the Manga/Anime, Alternate Universe, and Odd Twists as well as possible Spelling/Grammar Mistakes will be found in this literature. You've been warned-if you don't like these, I suggest you refrain from reading this.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto or its characters used in this FanFiction, as Naruto and all of its characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

Word Count: 1,369

Tobi ran, panting heavily. He had been running for at least an hour, and was getting tired fast. But he couldn't stop, the bullies were chasing him again-Tobi suddenly felt the hard ground against his face as he tripped over a rock in the alleyway he had turned down. In a rush, he struggled to get up, but was forced back down by a foot crushing into the middle of his back. Tobi let out a small sound of pain and whimpered, trembling a bit as one of the cruel boys that was his peer and bully yanked him from the ground by his collar and smashed him against the concrete wall. "So, Lollipop, did you honestly think you could get away again?" He asked, then seemed to grow extremely mad and threw Tobi to the ground, kicking him. One of the kicks formed a direct blow to his mask, cracking it into several sharp shards.
Tobi's scream of pain echoed through the city. The boys looked at him in horror, frozen as they saw the boy they picked on look up, hand covering his left eye, blood oozing between his fingers. They unfroze when the first of many tears fell down the Uchiha's face, screaming and running as his right eye turned red, the pigment leaving it. He choked back a sob, curling into a ball against the wall of the building that made up one side of the alley and seemed to be an apartment complex.
Zetsu was just studying for a test when He heard a shrill scream of pain apartment had a window overlooking the alleyway next to them, where the sound seemed to come from. He stuck his head out, only to see a ball like thing near the wall. He ran out of his door into the hallway, and down the stairs, out the door into the alleyway, only to realize what the ball like thing was. His eyes widened on one side, and narrowed on the other. He shook his head and his face went normal. He rushed over to the ball, and lightly put his hand on it. "Hey...You okay kid?" He said softly, slightly shaking him.
Tobi curled into a tighter ball when a hand laid upon him, thought he gradually opened from his ball-like state when he realized the owner of the hand wasn't planning on injuring him further. Tobi eventually uncurled enough to look up at the man, keeping his left eye covered with his hand, fresh blood still oozing from between his fingers. Some of the original blood was drying onto his face. He scooted back slightly when he realized he didn't know the person before him, but it the wall. "T-T-Tobi d-doesn't k-know.." He replied weakly, his voice quavering with pain as his body shook. "W-Who are y-y-you?" Tobi asked, his voice as weak and shaky as it was the first time he spoke.
He sounds like... A kid? But he doesn't look like one.Yeah.. Zetsu softly stroked the boy who called himself Tobi. "I'm a friend. I won't hurt you. I just want to help you.So who did this to you exactly?" Zetsu asked, hoping Tobi wouldn't realize the slight voice changed when Kuro talked instead of Shiro. He looked at the kids face and cringed at the sight of the blood.
Tobi leaned into Zetsu's touch, as it was a soothing stroke in his agonizing pain. He shook his head at Zetsu's question, "T-Tobi c-c-can't t-tell.." He whimpered, remembering what the group that had done this to him told him the first day of high school. "Good boys don't rat others out, they just take their punishment and keep quiet. And if someone finds out they ratted them out, they get their mouths sewn shut. So be a good boy, or you'll never speak again." Tobi didn't want his mouth sewn shut. At first, he didn't think they'd really do it, but still didn't chance it-but now.. He was fairly sure sewing his mouth shut was far from the worst they would do to him. His vision from his left eye had already gone black, and it hurt more than anything he had every felt-he was quite sure he'd lost sight in that eye. "T-T-Tobi can't t-tell.." He repeated himself in a mumbled.
Zetsu softly grabbed the hand Tobi was using to clutch his eye. "Lemme' see your eye. We should probably call for an ambulance.. whatever it is I hope it doesn't get infected.." He said softly. Maybe we should bring him inside. Yeah. so he can wash off his face.And so we can get out of the cold. Idiot.
Tobi flinched as Zetsu took the hand away, showing his eye which was, little to his knowledge, split. He shook a little bit and tried to bring his hand back over his eye, but couldn't with Zetsu gripping it. "T-Tobi i-i-is a-afraid.." He cried without much strength to it. Tobi took a sharp intake of air when he blinked, something that escalated the amounts of pain he was currently enduring. He felt light headed and his vision was blotchy.
Zetsu's eyes widened at the sight of Tobi's eyes, but he closed them and thought for a moment. He let go of Tobi's hand and sat him up slowly. He picked him up and started carrying inside. "We're going to my apartment. We'll call and ambulance and wash off your face." He said softly. He ignored the chatter of the people in the building and quickly went to his room. He sat Tobi down on his bed and got a towel out and wet it. he then handed it to Tobi to place on his eye. He then grabbed a phone and dialed the number for 911. As the phone rang, he thought to himself. The kid's small, and light. Yeah, but not to small. He's probably in highschool. his thoughts were cut off by a voice. He quickly explained the situation on the phone and hung up. he then sat on the bed next to Tobi. "It'll be alright. They're sending an ambulance for you. So what's you name? and how old are you?" He said, alright with slight knowlegde of His name, but he was just making sure.
Tobi shook the entire time up to Zetsu's apartment, filled with several fears. He stayed still on the man's bed, only moving to take the wet rag and clean his face, then hold it to his eye. He was tense, but slightly loosened up when Zetsu sat down and started talking to him. Tobi swayed slightly, his head pounding, his vision blotching more and more as the seconds passed. He could barely think straight, but tried to process the stranger's words to respond. "T-Tobi's n-name is T-T-Tobi.." Tobi replied, his breathing becoming labored, the amount of lost blood rising every passing moment. "H-H-He i-is s-seven-seventeen.. A-A h-highschool s-s-s-senior.." He looked over at the other, "T-Tobi t-thanks you.. .. W-What d-d-did you s-say your n-name was?"
Zetsu noticed Tobi's swaying and that his stuttering got worse. he put an arm around him and pulled him softly and rested Tobi's head on his lap. "I'm Zetsu.. But that's enough out of you. You've lost to much blood. You should rest. At least untill the ambulance comes." he said, resting his hand on Tobi's arm.
Tobi didn't process what Zetsu did very much, he was much more focused on staying awake. He was so tried.. So tired.. And if he just closed his eyes and slept, the pain would go away, right? But the recurring thought of a health teacher's warning to never give into sleep when you're heavily injured played in his mind over and over, urging him to stay awake.
Sirens could be heard in the distance, signaling that the ambulance was coming. The sound gradually grew louder and louder, and soon footsteps were heard on the stairs and in the hallway of the apartment complex. Five paramedics hurried into Zetsu's apartment with a stretcher, carefully moving Tobi onto it. Four took the stretcher and headed back to the ambulance immediately, but the fifth stayed a moment. "Sir, will you be coming?" He asked.