The Mangekyo was perfect. It was just like him.

At first glance, one might be confused, misled by the constantly twisting colors, the warped representation of reality. One might falsely come to believe that the spontaneous, unpredictable surface was all there was to him.

Only upon closer inspection might one begin to notice the patterns, the routine repetition, the perfect symmetry. One might realize the great potential for beauty he possessed.

It was such a shame that that great potential was so horribly wasted, that perfect symmetry marred by shattered glass. Who knows what could have become of him if not for those ones who could not see past the surface. Who knows what might have come to pass if only they had chosen to look beyond those mirrored eyes.

The Mangekyo would have been perfect for Obito. It was just like him.

AN: Mangekyo is translated as kaleidoscope, for those of you who didn't know. It's very vaguely from Kakashi's point of view, but it's so unclear that I don't think I'll include in my challenge. Even though I love it.