Ok so this is just a story about what would happen if Obito had never really died. So basically he's been called back to life because he died too early, there's something he still has to do. Of course he doesn't know what yet but he will soon, hope you guys like it!
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I do not own Naruto or anything related- (unfortunately.) enjoy the story!
Chapter One
Awakening
The last thing he remembered before the blackness was the sharp, searing pain of losing his eye, the precious Sharingan eye that had taken so long to appear, long enough to make losing even one feel like having a vital organ removed. The sensible voice inside his head, the one that had talked him into giving it to Kakashi in the first place argued that he needed it now a lot more than Obito did. Kakashi would go on to become the greatest of ninja, the voice told him, whereas Obito himself was going to die – and soon if the pain was anything to go by. Dying is easy, you know exactly when your time has come and once it has all that's left is to shut your eyes and let it take you. It's waking up that's hard. Which was why, after years and years of nothing but darkness, and numbing cold that had turned his limbs to lead, the sensation of feeling his heart begin to beat again was the strangest thing that had ever happened to him. Pain flowed through Obito's body as his senses began to return to him, first his feeling, then his hearing – enough to hear the rasping of his own breath anyway - , then what he thought might have been sight but he wasn't sure as there was dried blood coating his outer eyelids and as yet he couldn't move to clean it off. It was when mobility came back to his weakened limbs that he was finally able to alleviate some of the pain, awkwardly he turned himself over, sending twinges running down his spine, until he was in a slightly more comfortable position. The next thing he did was to raise a hand to his eyes, remembering before it was too late that his dying act had been to remove one of them, and fingered the remaining one gently. Wiping off enough of the blood on his eyelid to open it a crack, Obito winced at the light that came flooding into his world of darkness. That was before he gasped and sat bolt upright, ignoring the protesting of his much weakened body - because he recognized exactly where he was. It wasn't the place of his death, surrounded by treacherous rocks and enemy shinobi – but the training ground just outside the Leaf Village. Glancing around, Obito half-smiled at all the memories of Kakashi and Rin and Minato-Sensei that the place brought back, before remembering that by all rights he should be dead and not experiencing any of this, he shouldn't be remembering anything, let alone be seeing up close the place where all of his happiest memories had taken place. That was when, once again, his eyes widened. He could see three people out of the corner of his eye. Three people he was almost a hundred percent sure were not on the training ground with him.
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