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The following is a slight make over of what I think happened on the eventful night when young Obito died...or did he?
This depicts what I think happened to Obito when that damn blouder crushed the dreams of fangirls everywhere.
Being a boy, I was unharmed...but I decided to restore some of the boy mojo by writing this fanfic in the hope of restoring the missing Uchiha.
It is a one-shot, and if I get over 50 reviews. If not, well that's good enough for me. No more pain in the ass typing.
Obito's short thoughts after the crushing, the inprinting and the oh-so-painful mutiple crushings.
Enjoy!
Just a child. Just a twelve year old child. His entire left side was numb and damp with clotted blood. His blank, onyx eyes stared deep into the diamond encrusted twilight sky. It was a cold but calm night. A gentle breeze swept leaves off the ground and brushed them through the dam grasy plain. A robin turned, twisted, summersaulted and soared into the dusk of midnight that creeped around the glowing lunar orb. The night was peaceful and quite, all but one exception was a dying boy deep below ground level.
"Too young to die," he thought.
"Waaaaay…too young."
The young shinobi smirked at his own remark. He knew this was the end, the scene was perfect. He had bid farewell to his friends and was now dead to the world. His vision was already starting to fade as his heart beat dropped. His tears were dried into his cheeks, making them sticky and crusty. Obito Uchiha's entire left side was crushed. If he ever escaped (which he doubted), he'd never walk again. He'd had some time to think through what had been and what could have been. His sharingan switched eyes when he felt like it. With one eye he colud see the cakra of the nocturnal animals nad with the other, he could see them as they frolicked aroung the caving. If he coul reamin living where he was right now, he probably would. He never ealised the beauty of the outside world. There was no violence, no war and no loss. Animals were so lucky. They didn't feel as much emotion as humans did. They couldn't feel such emotional pain as he did. He wondered about Rin. If she would ever confess to Kakashi about how she felt about him. He stopped himself and chuckled. Everyone could live in the world of what-ifs, but then nothing could get done or be decided. He half-blinked, tried to open his eyes again, but found he couldn't. His eyelids separated with difficulty…but what he had opened his eyes to was almost worth the struggle. Someone was digging through the boulders.
"Help! Help! Please help me, please get me out of here…"
His sudden ranting had caused him to gasp on air that just was not present. He began to feel weak and feeble. He started coughing, but each cough was like a punch to the chest. He couldn't move. He couldn't even blink the glint in his dark round pupils was becoming dimmer with every breath he took. His vision was blurry and colour last thing he saw before he blacked out was the dusky aura that belonged to a checkered mask of malevolence and curiosity. It closed in upon his face and studied him. The figure shifted the boulder with ease and lifted the crippled child. The lift took the last of his consciousness as he drifted into the nightmarish darkness of his sleeping mind. The rescuer was tall and broad. His hands were thin, but firm. His black, leather long trecnhcoat fell down to his ankles and had a tall colar that surrounded the bottom half of his face. Crimson clouds decorated the dark leather and his shoes were mere slipons. He had a mesh shirt inside. A set of sage gaping jaws crowned his black and white monotone face and his unkept hair was a light ginger. His demeanour was dark and vicous.
"Master will be pleased..."