I'm sort of sorry, but I'm also not…don't worry, TSoPG's third chapter is still in the making. It's just a little bit…slow, I guess. This story has caught more of my attention.

WARNINGS: Language, blood, violence, dark themes, mental illness, character death, time travel, blind!psychosis!autisticObito, unstable!immortal!MPD!Kakashi, artificial!Naruto, MinaKushi, one-sided!KakaRin, one-sided!ObiRin, one-sided!brotherly!KakaObi, twisted!brotherly!SasuNaru, JiraTsun and mentioned!SasuSaku. TRIGGERS? THEN PLZ DON'T READ.

I don't know what I'm done with my life anymore. Lol why even?

Anyways, what I mean by an artificial!Naruto: He was caught up in the Mugen Tsukuyomi. Everything but the left side of his body became artificial, half of his throat and face included. I'll just have to draw it eventually for ya'll to visualize.

Regarding the Mugen Tsukuyomi: Everybody but the Edo Tensei, Obito, Sasuke and Kakashi were caught up in it. Obito had Kuro Zetsu attached to him, Sasuke had Susano'o activated and Kakashi was protected by Sasuke. Eventually everyone was broken out, but Madara was still not taken down. All deaths will be revealed eventually.

Original chapter word count: 4.2k~

Recommended song: Cocaine by Nomy.

Enjoy my anti-luminous chapter :p

Chapter 1: Ketsuban

Politics were ridiculous. Absolutely infuriating to Uchiha Obito in every single way possible. He dealt with politics in his time manipulating the Mizukage, but never directly. Every meeting was always intense—always. It did not matter if it was over a flower, a child, a tea cup, or a chunk of land. It was all about deception, do's and don'ts' really.

Tell them this but don't reveal the truth. Guarantee that but don't back it up. Don't talk about it. Don't think about it. Don't react to it. Don't bother with it. Don't, don't, don't.

Do tell a lie. Do deceive them. Do bluff. Do intimidate. Do make people agree. Do talk. Do make threats. Do stall. Do only tell half-truths. Do, do, do.

This specific debate was over who would seize the statue. The plan was to extract eight of the nine bijū from Naruto—forcibly, if needed—and return them to their respective spots. But, of course, Tsunade and Gaara disagreed and went against it. A didn't care. He just wanted B out of his coma. Mei was a bit more grey, but sided a little bit more with Ōnoki and A. However, she also agreed with Tsunade and Gaara. It evened out the field.

Obito was just a bystander—somebody to look at for opinions and information. He had no real power.

There were so many errors; ten years of isolation in a jail cell made him realize that.

And it made him psychotic. But he kept that a secret. Only Minato, Sasuke, Naruto and Kakashi knew of that and it was to stay that way.

"Uchiha," he heard A snap.

He turned his head towards the Raikage from his spot by a pillar of the Gokage's meeting room. He was completely blind, Kakashi losing his eye to Madara and him giving his remaining optic up to the Hatake. He lost his Rinnegan to Kuro Zetsu, who disappeared.

He did not speak. But he rarely spoke now. He only spoke when necessary.

"The Rinnegan—you know how to unlock it," A continued gruffly. "How?"

Obito cocked his head slightly, his expression flat and his voice even flatter. Apparently he unnerved even Gaara, which was saying something. He was also very stoic and autistic from time to time. "It is not a force any of you could handle," he simply said. "Even if you acquired it, it will be by the end of your life time—when you're eighty, if you ever get to that age."

"Please don't be difficult," Mei stated.

He chuckled. "I am just hinting that the only reason I could take the density of that chakra is because I know how to control the Senju cells. That took me nearly one and a half decade."

"So Senju cells create the Rinnegan?" A asked hastily.

"No," Obito snapped, his bitter amusement fading in under a nanosecond. "Combining Senju and Uchiha cells do, but even then there is only a five percent chance it will work because of chakra. There is a reason as to why only two Uchiha naturally have the Rinnegan." He paused thoughtfully, "…Even if you gain the necessary cells, Madara did not unlock it until he was in his seventies, post-three decades of the cell implantation. Control was no better."

"Can we use Tsunade?" Ōnoki questioned.

"That will lower the chances to point one percent," he replied. "She is half Uzumaki, half Senju. One must be the incarnation of Indra in order for it to work."

"That's one hell of a downfall," Tsunade commented quietly. "So what will you do now, A?"

"…What of Naruto?" the Raikage questioned, disregarding what he had said about Indra. "He has artificial flesh like you, and that artificial flesh branched off from Hashirama."

Obito allowed a grin that guaranteed a suspicious or fearful glint in ones eye. He knew that they would disregard the incarnation thing so he just went along with it. "He is not a descendant of Mito or Hashirama. He is Mito's great, great nephew, but he is nowhere near a Senju." His grin widened further, "Even if you were to somehow acquire the statue, do you honestly believe that Uzumaki Naruto would lay down and obey? To just sit down and shut up? I don't. Besides, he is willing to cooperate. He would fight even after he got decapitated."

A's fist slammed onto the table. Killing intent spilled as the wood cracked and the chair fell back. "B is in a coma! He could die! I refuse to lose another family member!"

Obito scowled, not even bothering to fight back. The KI was half-assed compared to what Madara trained him to release. He walked up to the table, his sensory chakra pulsing and blanketing his surroundings in order to sense. He pressed his palms on the surface, his expression solid and stoic as usual. He felt his autism kick in, as he really didn't care. He stopped caring years ago.

"He was gonna die of bijū extraction anyway," he pointed out calmly. He was standing next to Tsunade, who had stiffened when he said that. He smirked. She gets it. "You honestly thought that he'd stay a jinchūriki for all eternity? That he'd live until the end of time? You know better than that. The next jinchūriki would've been chosen sooner or later if he remained. The exact same thing would've applied to all of the jinchūriki—from Gaara to Naruto. Their usefulness is vital to our pathetic system, and when their usefulness expires, barely any of us would hesitate to find a new jinchūriki regardless of feelings."

Tsunade visibly winced. He felt the faint flicker in everybody's chakra system, and he knew instantly that he had shot an arrow through a sensitive spot. Each Kage was extremely close to the jinchūriki at one point, Tsunade and A especially. Mei was close to Yagura, too, and Ōnoki had been friends with Han and Roshi once upon a time.

Everybody was quiet until Mifune finally decided to speak, "I think it's best if we all just walk our different ways for a little bit. Lunch sounds good, no?"

Silence was his answer, but it was whisked away by Ōnoki. "That sounds wonderful," he said. He stood, Mei and A following. Mifune and Gaara took their leave, Minato, Kakashi, Obito, and Tsunade remaining.

Minato was still an Edo Tensei, and all four past Kage had stuck around after learning the hand seals. He had both of his arms, curtesy of changing bodies. Tobirama and Hashirama were fixed up as well. Hiruzen hadn't really been damaged during the war.

Kakashi was just silent, mostly in his own world. Six months ago, he was injected by Madara with an odd substance that completely merged with his chakra and cells, causing constant cell division and DNA healing. It was an unknown factor as to how it worked, but he was literally immortal at that point, as stated by Tsunade.

The Hatake also became rather unstable over the past decade, also gaining MPD along the way. Not necessarily insane, but enough that he sometimes saw hallucinations and heard things. It was a problem, but war was war. They were alarmingly low on shinobi.

"You seem to have…experience in the line of politics," Minato commented lightly and sheepishly.

The Uchiha turned his head towards his former sensei. "No, they're just all idiots," he replied bluntly.

The Namikaze chuckled sheepishly. "I was trying to be polite…"

Tsunade sighed and scowled, getting out of her chair. The trio followed her out of the room, the lights flickering off as they stepped out. "It's ridiculous," she said. "A is being greedy, Ōnoki is paranoid, Mei has no idea what to do and Gaara is borderline 'I'll kill everybody' behavior. The war isn't helping, and it's making things complicated."

Obito stumbled a little, slightly leaning on Kakashi as he scowled as well. But he didn't voice his opinion. The only reason things were complicated was because they were making it as such by wishing for bijū extraction ASAP. B was in no imminent danger; he'd most likely wake up eventually. He probably won't be able to move for a bit, but it's better than dying. But it was still an if.

"Everybody is just stressed out," Kakashi stated half to himself. "The war is no longer a war. It's more like an abattoir, really."

The three silently agreed with each other, the Uchiha just brushing it off. He knew the difference between a slaughterhouse and a war. Minato sighed. "A-dono and Ōnoki-dono are making things complicated by wanting this."

Obito internally sneered with disgust. If he wasn't blind, and if he had his Kamui, then he'd gladly beat some sense into the five Kage who couldn't seem to open their eyes to the errors. He has found more than a few spies in their midsts. He couldn't really do much about it, they were people with families and he would be killed on the spot if he was caught. He was vulnerable. Not necessarily weak, but vulnerable.

"We have to fix this," Tsunade remarked as they entered the section made for Konoha shinobi. Their HQ was divided into sections made for all ninja villages, ranging from Taki to Kiri and everything in between.

The blind white haired man couldn't stop the scoff towards the remark.

"Is there something you have to say?" Minato asked.

"Hn. I shouldn't have to say anything," he murmured bitterly.

Tsunade sighed heavily. The disgust and stress in her voice didn't go unheard, "Unlike you, Uchiha, we can not work under these kind of circumstances. The last time I was under this much stress was never, and Madara still being out there is not helping."

Obito snorted. He was only called "Obito" by Kakashi, Minato, Sasuke and Naruto these days. He wasn't content with it, but he tolerated it regardless. His bitter expression faded into a flat, relaxed one that didn't give away his thoughts. "Kage's endure pain," he stated pointedly. "We're failing, Tsunade, since we're fighting amongst ourselves over a little gash. We're falling into step of Madara's plan by doing so, and thus, these circumstances. Stress is the result of all these childish quarrels. B is in no imminent danger. You know this."

His response was silence, and he knew that he won the argument before it could happen. Tsunade stopped walking, sighing again. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and enjoy what little peace we have left."

The clicking of her heels faded as she walked down an apparent hallway. If Obito was correct, it lead back to the Hokage's room. He did not know what it looked like, but his sharp sensory chakra picked up the lights on the ceiling that extended about ten meters out before being smuggled by a wall of more chakra.

It was all generated by chakra. Hell, the entire electro system was generated by chakra. The base wasn't a target, though. Fūinjutsu scattered the outer and inner walls, compressing, preserving and providing chakra in an infinite loop.

Kakashi's arm brushed against Obito, helping him down the rest of the long hallway. Minato followed, and they eventually reached another hall.

The Uchiha was guided down said stretch of domestic structure. In the silence, his thoughts eventually trailed towards a certain seal he requested from Naruto. It was a blood and chakra seal. It was seal that ripped the current of the living—disturbed it and made things disoriented.

This was, of course, supported by Ketsuban.

They eventually reached a lounge preserved mainly for what remained of Team Seven. Initially it was not meant for Obito, but the Uchiha stayed there regardless. He was getting no complaints, too, so he found it to be no problem.

The doors opened up, closing behind Minato's heels as the trio walked in.

"Yo!" Naruto called from the living room floor. "Where have ya'll been dattebayo? I had to deal with Rīsentosutaira-hiko for five hours straight!"

Obito crossed his arms and scoffed. But Kakashi spoke up instead, "Another debate meeting."

"Again?" Sasuke grumped. He scoffed as well. "Hn, this is getting pathetic."

The Hatake chuckled uneasily, his arm shifting and rubbing his face. "No kidding."

Obito uncrossed his arms, reaching a hand out and grabbing the arm rest of a near by chair. He moved and sat down in said chair, sinking into the cushion with a sigh of agreement.

"Kosha-jiji," Naruto said, inclining his head towards Obito. It was his nickname for the elder Uchiha.

Said Uchiha scoffed in irritation.

Naruto disregarded it. "I probably should've told the Gokage, but I sensed a disturbance in Madara's chakra a few hours ago. Do you think he's gonna attack?"

Minato visibly winced and blanched. "Probably?"

"What? I'm feeling very uneasy around them!" Naruto defended. "More than half of them want me dead, dattebayo!"

"It's not impossible," Obito cut in. "He hasn't made a move in six months and we've been hiding in this pathetic cave we call home base for a good ten years. He found us the moment we started using chakra to generate our power system. Considering you sensed it a few hours ago…I'd say he's already here."

Minato's eyes bored into him. "How do you know?"

"There are flies everywhere," Obito replied. "There have been since eight years ago. Ten willing, three unwilling."

"You can't confirm that, 'ttebayo," Naruto snapped.

The elder Uchiha's lips curved up in a grim smile. He chuckled. "You all seem to forget that I worked under Madara for a period of time. I can spot his subordinate, secret or not, a kilometer away. Whether they're willing ones or not doesn't matter."

His response was silence. He sensed movement approaching the hall, so he activated Kenchiki Jutsu to identify who it was. Said jutsu enhanced his small portion of Rikudō chakra using more senjutsu chakra, albeit it wasn't much.

He sensed Tsunade's weak signature running towards them. His brow furrowed. Why is it so weak…?

His answer was given when the building shook. Almost all of the chakra signatures in Taki, Kiri, Kumo and Tetsu disappeared or weakened significantly. But the most noticeable one among them all was Madara's—it was thick with killing intent and power, enough to choke a jōnin to death because of the sheer pressure.

The only reason any of the five shinobi in the room could stand it was because each had a portion—if small—of the Rikudō's chakra. But even then it would be difficult to move under the killing intent of the chakra.

Obito's lips quirked up slightly. He stayed in his spot as Minato poked his head out, his sensory chakra turning on. The blonde backed up as an injured Tsunade barged in. She had a hole in her clothing right over her torso, blood decorating the light green cloth and skin. The usual rhombus on her forehead was gone, and she had grit all over her. Her teeth clenched as she caught her breath, her frantic body language reflecting onto what remained of her chakra.

Her eyes landed on Obito. "He's…he's after you—specifically you. Again," she panted. "Why?"

The Uchiha stood up and shrugged, his fingers staying on the arm rest. He turned his head towards her, his expression flat as usual. "How should I know?"

Madara had went after him six months prior to the current attack. Two rather vital deaths followed, and said dead people had died protecting him.

"I don't know!" she snapped. "Nearly everything that has happened in the past thirty years have been your fault specifically! I swear to the deities above, Uchiha, if we lose another significant life—"

"If that happened," Obito sharply cut in as another large explosion shook the HQ, "what do you want me to do about it?"

Rage made her chakra boil, trained and sharp killing intent aiming at him. He didn't move though. He couldn't. He just didn't show it like the professional he was. She growled. "Be thankful, dammit!" she shouted.

A second later, a string of explosions raced down the hallway. Tsunade dove into the lounge, landing in a roll. She quickly got to her feet. Naruto and Sasuke summoned up their Rikudō chakra, Minato went into bijū mode and Kakashi pulled his headband up to reveal the Sharingan. Obito pulled out duo-kunai, the gudōdama that coated his hands disguised as gloves reformed into a standard ball. They loomed over both of the back of his hands.

Another explosion shook the building—only it was much closer. Obito clenched his jaw. He could fight perfectly well, he just couldn't do a full out ninjutsu match because he needed his chakra to use Kenchiki Jutsu. Without it, his paranoia, anxiety and panic disorders would kick in due to the fear of being completely blind. He would basically become fifteen year old Uchiha Obito—the one who never kept his guard down, even when in safety.

A third explosion destroyed the wall, gudōdama racing in towards the six. Obito deflected the ones that went after him, Tsunade falling back and the rest just dodging.

He heard a dark chuckle, foot steps echoing as the one and only hated Uchiha Madara emerging from the smoke and rubble. His skin was pale—nearly white—and he had white hair. A grey horn-like appendage grew out of his left temple, an extra thick layer of material spreading out across his forehead.

He had a white robe with magatama's decorating the back and the edge, underneath it being a full-body black garment with pants, gloves and boots. Gudōdama floated behind his back as they retired from shooting at the other six shinobi. Only one was missing—and it formed a Rikudō shakujō, the one that was in his hand.

His Rinnegan eye landed on Obito, a dark look casting over his pale face upon seeing the forty-three year old. He scowled. "To think that someone like you could hide Ketsuban…"

Obito would've glared if he had eyes. Ketsuban was a twelve-ringed shakujō that descended from the Shinju itself. It was fact. Hamura wielded it up until he gained the Tenseigan, soon discarding the weapon and hiding it. Eventually Kuro Zetsu found it—but that was nearly twenty years ago. In time, Obito learned how to wield it; knew its techniques, prowess and power scale. Unfortunately it was too strong for anybody to handle without the power of the Jūbi.

Madara has always wanted the weapon, and with him having tons of Rikudō chakra, it was his priority.

There was a reason why the khakkhara was called Ketsuban.

Obito's eye brows pinched together instead, his face grim as he felt five pairs of eyes on him—and all of them demanded an explanation that would waste too much time. "I never intended on giving Ketsuban to you," he stated calmly. "You won't be laying eyes on it as long as the world exists."

He had hid it borderline outer core of the earth. Kamui worked magic. The only way to reach it was a modified version of Kuchiyose no Jutsu. But nobody needed to know that.

Not yet, anyways.

Naruto had said that the requested fūinjutsu was completed just yesterday, and that the scroll the blonde had given him before he left for the damnable political meeting was the seal's transcription.

The seal had a hole in it—it was unstable and wouldn't actually work on its own. Thus, Ketsuban. It would work with the weapons' help. He intended on using the seal within the week, but this was getting ridiculous.

A considering thought crossed his mind, and his face internally scrunched up. It was a risky new plan, but one that would have to work. If he waited any longer, the world would rip itself apart even further.

"Ketsuban?" Kakashi murmured. "What is that?"

"A weapon," Obito answered.

"One wielded by Ōtsutsuki Hamura," Madara continued. The zealousness in his voice didn't go unnoticed. He sounded mad, and the killing intent that spilled from him wildly didn't help. "He only wielded it for a very little handful of months before gaining a new dōjutsu and hiding it away. An extremely small number of people have only heard of it, and even fewer have seen it. Lil' Uchiha there is one of the two people who have legit wielded it, and I have full intentions of being the third."

Tsunade's silence started scaring the other shinobi. By now she would've spoken up, voiced her anger and frustration, perhaps stall and monologue while allowing somebody to land a hit.

She walked up to Obito's side, his breathing shaking with anger and her chakra mixing with her hatred. "You mean to tell me…" she whispered, her voice trembling with enmity that could bash a mans skull in with looks, "…that Sakura…and Shizune died…for a pathetic fucking weapon?!"

Everybody winced at her tone. Sakura and Shizune did, indeed, die. They were the two vital lives that protected Obito six months ago; Sakura died of chakra exhaustion while Shizune died of internal wounds due to having a gudōdama crushing her from the inside out. Sasuke and Naruto had been busy fighting Madara, while a Rinbo: Hengoku clone attacked Sakura, Shizune and Obito. Everybody else was busy with the Edo Tensei Madara had brought into the world.

Obito had been thoroughly beaten up. He lost his artificial arm, shattered his left leg, and was borderline dead because of extreme severe chakra exhaustion. His right lung had collapsed, and his liver had been impaled. He also had harbored a collarbone wound, which led to major blood loss.

To say the least, Kakashi's stability did not do any better after.

The forty-three year old Uchiha snapped out of his memory when Tsunade screamed in rage, all of her remaining chakra charging up in her fists. She rushed towards the Uchiha, leaping up and aiming for his head in a blur of speed.

"Baa-chan!" Naruto shouted. He quickly made his way towards the last breathing Senju, not even bothering to attempt stopping her. He, instead, created a shell around her fists, his gudōdama looming only a centimeter over her skin.

The senjutsu chakra appeared in Minato, and Obito blanched. The battle was escalating way too quickly for his likings. He just had to get Tsunade's blood…

"Kakashi," he heard Minato murmur towards the Hatake, "stay back and keep Obito out of trouble."

"Already devised a plan," Kakashi replied as Tsunade's fists and Naruto's gudōdama collided with Madara's shakujō.

"And keep Tsunade back," he added silently. The blonde teleported away, grabbing Tsunade as soon as she was finished and teleporting back to his original spot next to Kakashi. He made contact with the trio, and the next thing they knew, they were all the way in the back of the lounge. "Stay safe, please."

Then, the Namikaze was gone.

Obito internally sighed, pulling out a scroll and spreading out the paper. He kneeled down, Kakashi sitting on his knees as he examined a shaking and crying PTSD Tsunade. The Uchiha grabbed Tsunade's hand, nicking it and letting the blood drip onto the paper. He smeared it into the Uzumaki fūinjutsu swirl, gaining a questioning look from Kakashi.

"What are you doing?" he asked skeptically.

"Saving everyone's asses," Obito responded. "This world is being ripped apart from the inside out—" Tsunade's sob made him stop, so he just settled for something simple, "It's falling apart…"

"Obviously," the Hatake retorted.

"Which is why we're doing something about it," the Uchiha continued. He performed the rat, hare and tiger hand seals, his chakra flowing out of his right index and middle finger. He put out the two fingers, swiping them and leaving behind the blue streak of chakra.

And then a shakujō appeared in a poof of smoke.

It was black and standard, but the twelve rings were made of platinum. At the butt end of the rod was a swirl—it was a deep red, though, and could only be spotted because it had chakra incorporated into it. Kakashi's eyes narrowed.

Obito grabbed the levitating shakujō, forming the dog hand seal with it in his hand. Chakra started forming, and it turned a bloody red as it molded in-sync with the shakujō itself.

"Ketsuban!"

The middle aged Uchiha ignored the one hundred year old golden legend, continuously charging up chakra. He changed his hand signs and turned it into the tiger hand seal, the shakujō still in between his fingers and palms. It continued to glow red as more chakra was charged up. Not too much longer after that he stabbed the staff into the ground, right in the middle of the blood-made Uzumaki fūinjutsu seal.

"Ketsuban!" Madara shouted again. This time, the man did break through the trio's defense, rushing towards Obito in a blinding blur of black and white. Somewhere along the way, gudōdama formed into a sharp and thin object, much like a senbon, and was wielded by Madara.

Obito grinned darkly, putting his right index and middle finger up. Bloody red chakra pulsed, and instantly gravity was manipulated. Everyone was slammed onto the ground, smoke dispersing and being flattened.

Everybody but Obito was affected by the jutsu. He started performing one-handed seals, a feat that shocked everyone again. "Jikan no Fūin," he said.

More of the red chakra pulsed along with Naruto, Sasuke, Minato, Tsunade, Kakashi, Madara and Obito's unconditionally following.

They all disappeared, their presences replaced by raging fires, devastating ice storms, blasting winds, lightning, thunder, tornados, tsunamis, hurricanes, blizzards, snow, heat waves, plant undergrowth, animal devolution, organism devolution, a meteorite, a devastating explosion—

And then there was nothing.

"Ketsuban": "Blood Seal"; "Sealing of one's blood"

"Kenchiki Jutsu": "Sensory Technique"

"Kuchiyose no Jutsu": "Summoning Technique"

"Jikan no Fūin": "The Time Seal"

Again, I'm kind of sort of might be not very super sorry but I'm still sort of sorry. It's just…my muse hates me a lot…and besides, TSoPG's next chapter will having a wHOOPING 5K+ WORD COUNT. Bet on it.

Anyways, if you are new to my style 'n shit, my profile has status's on chapter progresses. So if you're curious or impatient or whatever the hell you want to be, then check there.

Preview:

"Tsunade-sama?"

Said Senju stiffened when she heard the voice. It was that of a young girl—one that she could never forget. She whipped around, her eyes widening as her eyes landed on the dark haired kunoichi. "Sh-Shizune…"

Peace! :3