I do not own Naruto or any other references that someone might see in this fic. What IS mine will probably been seen as someone else's anyway, and I'm not exactly hurt by that.

"Word" = People talking

...Word... = Quotes and past words

'Word' = Key, significant or unknown words

'Word' = People thinking

"Word" = Demon, beasts, monsters and the overpowered talking

WORD = Dramatic or epic occurrences and sounds

WORD = violent or disturbing occurrence and sounds

"Word" = Spiral the plant man.

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Chapter 1.

The sound of blades was clashing throughout the battle causing rains of blood to fall, erupting in pain and maddening cruelty. Cries of hate up roared in the truth of war encircling the land of rain. Blood, metal and smoke clouded the atmosphere with the scent of the battlefield for miles reaching many of the small villages and farms that were untouched by the third great shinobi war. Then again, at this point in time nearly everybody and great grandmothers were aware of the chaos burning not just through the rain but through its neighboring countries too.

Assortments of metallic weapons, such as Kunai, shrunken, swords, scythes and senbon could be seen littering the battlefields with an abundance of bodies as empty villages, were left with scars of all manner of elemental jutus. Fires burned and intoxicated the forests and its inhabitants as lakes and water fronts were lighting up with currents of electricity detaining many corpses of those who were caught by its trap. Savage winds were generated in abandon villages, ravaging and demolishing the buildings with air, sand and dust, however in reality only hoping to cut and tear through any enemy in the area. Once open fields that were expressed with the beauty of the color green and the soothing of the breeze, were now cracked and shattered like a mirror, causing soil and rock to elevate meters in height, upturned and uplifted from there resting place. Yet despite all this, the local wasteland seemed to be fine with no major damage, even receiving showers as abnormal amounts of rain poured washing the land of its red stains.

Across all sorts of battlefields, shinobi of all kinds could be seen taking their part in this human only tradition.

'Hm...Hm...Hm...Ha...Hmp...ahh...Ahhh...HMAAAhhhh...gah. What the heck? What was that?'

. . . . . .

'Was it a dream?'

. . . . .

'Must have been dream. Hooo, thank merciful god. Dam that was freaky.'

. .

'Huh? Why is it so dark?

. .

'Oh God I'm so stupid. My eyes are closed. Shit, at least no one knows how stupid I can be.'

. .

'Huh? I can't open them. Wait, I can't move? Hmp...Hmmp...Hmmpa. Shit, nothings moving.'

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'What is this? I feel my body but I don't. Why am I so numb? I'm stuck in place? It's cold and dark? Huh?'

. . .

'Wait. C-Could this be a Kanashibari? It is a Kanashibari? A ghost that paralysis and binds it victims in their sleep.'

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'W-What's going on? W-W-What am I thinking? Nah, can't be that. Kagami-san only told those old stories to scare me. There not real. '

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'MOVE DAM YOU BODY! Stop being so stubborn! Hmp...Hmp...Hmmp...HMMPA...HHHMMMPPAAA. Dammit! At least you move eye lids, you lazy pieces of skin. HMMMMPAAAaaaaa.'

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'N-no..I don't believe in such things. Definitely not! I got nothing to fear! I'm the future Hokage. I can't be beaten by this. I am an almighty uchicha, feared and known throughout the elemental nations. A ghost can't scare me! HAHAHAHAHA!

. . .

'OOi! Someone help me! Wait, I can't move my mouth. Shit! Screw it! Someone please hear me! Please let there be Yamanka around.'

. . .

'HEYY! OI! Kagami-san! Minato-sensei! Rin-chann! Somebody! HELLP ME!'

. . .

'Kakashi?'

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'DAM IT?! SOMEONE TELL WHATS GOING ON!? WHERE IS MY SALVATION?! Uchicha are important to the leaf aren't we? Ha..Ha..ha..ha..why is it so hard to breath? Huh, why am I having trouble breathing when I can't even make a sound?

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'Is-is-is this, the ghost? Is-is it doing this? Oi, you there ghost-san? Why are you doing this to a child?!'

. . .

'Ok fine. I really, truly believe you are real. I take back what I said. All ghosts are forgiving spirits fill with life, goodness and happiness. Praise be to the ghosts that watch over us.'

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'Hey, Ghost-sama! Did you hear me? Please release me. I'm begging you! Save me!'

. . .

'I feel a familiar sensation. What is it? ...Oh God no? Why now? No, NO, NO STOP!'

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'. . Huh, it worked? Yay me, my first real deliverance. Thank you ghost-sama, will of fire and any gods who have shown pity for me. Now, grant me the ability to move.'

3 Hours later

'You...you probably find this funny don't you? Watching from an invisible window laughing and mocking at my pain and suffering. Probably have some friends with you while eating popcorn. Pointing at the uchicha saying, "Hey we should give him false hope again." Then another says, "No keep him like that another hour and just when he's about to break, we make him feel like he's going to sneeze for another hour."'

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'It's bad enough that you made my chest itchy for 2 hours. The itch was unbearable, almost evil. Why is it we are trained in fighting in wars but not resisting tortures?!

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'I'm going to be suck like this forever aren't I?

. . . crak

'?'

. . creak

'Huh, no way? I just rolled a little. Did I? Yes! Yes! Yes! Movement is returning to meeeaaahhhhHHHoouch. Fuck, I'm in pain! Numbness come back to me. I didn't mean what I said.'

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'Owwwo, shit it hurts alot! What the hell!? Eye lid, hurry and open to better place. I want to know what is going on?

. . .

'eh? Did I just say eye lid?'

. . .

'What's going on? Something's...wrong. OUCH! Why? Am I really awake? It's getting harder to breath.'

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'I've already asked these questions. Why do I feel like they matter right now?'

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'Why is it so dark, and cold, and...Isolating? Enough! Where am I?'

. . .

'Stop toying with me. I can't be where I think I am.'

. . .

'I'm not...'

. . .

'Am I... Dead?'

-In a hidden underground cavern, north of the land of iron-

The lump of bandages and broken flesh known as Obito Uchicha began to stir and shake, awakening from his month long slumber. His one good eye flickers open to a dark room, his body barely capable of moving as he very slowly moved his head around in confusion. He gasps for air silently, feeling a slight uncomfortable pain.

"This...is!?" Obitio questioned softly, full of uncertainty and curiosity.

"The crevasse between your world and the next..." replied an old, fragile, yet strong male voice.

Looking at the man who spoke, Obito could see a wrinkly old man with white hair and a stern face. But most important was the left red eye, complete with 3 comatose, watching in strain and yet immense focus of red.

"... member of the uchiha clan..."

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