My next awakening was only moderately better. By that I mean that I wasn't screaming nonsense or bursting into somewhat random and insane laughter. It was also met with a more sterile environment. The white of hospital walls and sheets. There were also a couple of bandages wrapped around my head, they didn't seem to really have a reason to be there but I just accepted them.
I still groaned in the bright unforgiving fluorescent glow of the lights. My hands twitched and grasped at the sheets that covered me and the medicinal scent actually kind of stung my nose. Why's it so sharp in here? I shook my head a bit before burying my face back into the white pillow. I blinked a couple of times, took several deep breaths and then released a silent scream of despair.
I didn't even have to check to know that I was still Obito.
I didn't have to check, because I just knew. A buzz and hum of unfamiliar energy, a second pulse through my body. Differences in the way that my blood flooded and the way that my body felt. I just knew that this still wasn't how I was supposed to be. I suppose that the lack of pain was a good thing but it was still highly uncomfortable, distressing and upsetting.
I groaned into the pillow before rising my head a bit to stare up at the wall. And then just around the room in general. The lack of any windows actually unsettles me. It's only four walls and a roof. And all the white makes me feel small, out of place. Why white anyway? Wouldn't light blue be better? A nice light blue to exude calm. Then again, white is sterile and clean and pristine... New beginnings and Innocence.
I guess that I could understand it, but at the same time, I really didn't agree with it. It was probably a good thing though. New beginnings was also fairly fitting for my situation if I thought about it.
I sighed and rubbed at my eyes before slowly shifting to sit up. To properly peer around the empty room. Aside from me, there's a single table by the bed, and then a couple of machines that I would guess are there to monitor my health. It only served to make the room seem even more secluded, more isolating really. Empty and blank, which caused me to curl up a bit and hug myself.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before deciding to take a bit of stock of myself. I was Obito, Uchiha Obito. Pale skin, messy black hair, dark black eyes. Chakra that ebbed and flowed through my whole body. No pain. Possibly a future villain.
I opened my eyes back up and breathed out.
That was the most important thing wasn't it. The future. I knew pretty much everything about what might happen. Yet at the same time not really, because I didn't really actively watch the series, sure I started to properly watch it. But only after it was over, and only after I read a whole bunch of stories and got curious enough. So I know things, but at the same time I don't really know them.
And I'm in Obito's body. Obito, my favourite character, the reason that I even got into the series more or less, and the main antagonist for most of the series. Which comes with a whole set of screwed morals, not that the shinobi life doesn't already come with that. Then again I would never really claim to have the best morals even in reality. In all seriousness, I was firmly in the grey and grey section of morality in reality.
It showed in my stories.
I take another deep breath and looked up just as the door swung open. Three familiar faces stared at me. Two coloured with worry, the third clearly only there because they had dragged him. I stared back, because I wasn't sure what else I really could do. But, I would deal with it, I would roll with it. I closed my eyes and when I opened them back up I was focusing on the blankets.
"Sensei, there's a triangle in my head that wants me to take over the world." My hands tugged at the blankets a bit. There was absolute silence after the words and I slowly rose my head just to see the expressions on their faces. Confusion and worry, a raised brow from Kakashi. "Sensei, why is there an evil triangle in my head?" and isn't that the question.
Especially because I know. I'm aware that Bill is still there somewhere.
"Sensei?" I reached out a hand trying to see how he'd react. In a way I was glad that this was the nine year old Obito who's body I was in. More time to set things in motion. And with Bill hanging around, more chaos. "Sensei please! I don't understand. Sensei!"
Chaos sounded good.
Wait, no... No it didn't I rapidly shook my head and then gripped it with both hands. It didn't, but it did. Clearly this was some of Bill's influence. I felt hands grasp my own and actually growled eyes snapping back open to glare at... Oh, it was only Minato. He looked rather worried and I belatedly realized that my sudden change was probably going to seem out of no where to them. Or mostly out of no where anyway.
"Obito calm down, you're safe..."
"Sure I am sensei... There's a demonic triangle in my head that wants me to... to, to..." what was I even supposed to say. I wasn't actually able to think of anything so I just kind of whined and trailed off clutching at my head with fingers that dug into my scalp and twisted into the bandages that rested there. "I don't know what he wants... I didn't listen..." I whimpered, and that was true enough. I hadn't listened to Bill. As soon as I'd recognized him I stopped listening to him.
I mean considering how he was in his own canon I really don't think that listening to him would be a good idea. But that meant that I didn't know what he really wanted, well I could guess. But there's a problem with guessing.
You never can tell until it's too late whether or not you're correct.
"Obito, Obito! Calm down now. You're safe" No, I didn't think that anyone was really. Danzo, Kuro and others in the shadows. A hysterical giggle makes it's way past my lips and for a moment I suddenly wonder if there's anyone going savage or anything like... Zootopia? What the fuck is a Zootopia?
Oh... it seemed as if I had a self-updating database installed in my head. That was going to get real awkward real fast. Because I didn't understand half of what it had. RWBY? Zootopia what were those things? I trembled and curled in on myself, likely worrying Minato even more. I didn't care though, I just wanted the random stream of information to stop.
I wanted it to stop, I was sure that it was Bill's fault. After all how else was this possible? How else was any of this possible? People don't just fall through the ground and into an alternate reality! I mean, I know there are certain places with portals to hell, and hell other weird things. Seriously. Places where the barriers are thinner, but this stuff doesn't just happen.
It doesn't just happen.
It doesn't just happen.
It doesn't just happen.
My hands curled and I felt the tips of my fingers digging into the top of my skull. Winding through my hair and coiling there. A small quiver, a pounding ache. Too much information, and everything was getting closer. Hands were around my throat, clothing became itchy and scratchy and all wrong. Too much noise and a rushing sound, the feel of water right over my ears. My eyes screwed themselves shut ever more.
Distantly I could hear someone calling me. A hand that reached, I flinched and trembled and it was a sharp burst of pain. Blossoming out even though I knew it was only a gentle touch, a light touch, except that it registered as agony. As too much and I made a strange sound uncurling just enough to flail at the person trying to comfort me.
Tears of frustration, tears of pain, tears… Dripped and slid their way down my cheeks and I started screaming.
"Make it stop! Make it stop… Turn off the noise!" I rapidly shook my head and covered my eyes, covered my face. "I want it to go away… make it stop… make… make it stop. No more noise, no more information…" I could feel more tears, moist and fresh against my hands.
Make it stop…
Make it all stop.
"Please… Sensei… make it go away…" I whimpered. "Just make it… go… away…" My eyes felt heavy, thoughts slowed down and I could feel strong arms wrapped around me. Keeping me secure. Keeping me safe. Everything was still there, but now it wasn't all encompassing, I could breath a little.
And I was exhausted. So I yawned and snuggled a bit… Minato-sensei was safe… instincts told me that…
Eyes slid shut and I shut down.
