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Kanelbullen: I changed it mostly cause I want to keep what Kakashi and his father's names are related to :O. and yay I totally hoped people laughed at Junior's question XD. And about the Mitsuki thing… can't promise you anything :O
BLOWBITO UCHIHAHAHA: LOL totally made me laugh XD. And hopefully what happened to him satisfies your curiosity :O
TomatoSoupful: ty :3
Rin Uchiha: Yeah :3, I hope this Madara is also enjoyed like the other one hehehe.
Desertrommel: ty :D
CelestialxXxAngel: You shall see here :D
Thomas Drovin: Good observation about Ituswa :D, I'm happy that many noticed it hehehe. And yah probably Obito would just get blamed for anything o.-.
Anthony Black: XD well it won't be as funny as you think XD. And if Obito dies in the story(Which I freaking hope not! X.x) then whatever(I will totally freak out!), I'll continue the story still :3
Akajust1: me too :3
Tobifan: WOOT, ty ty :D. And I intended the scene with Fukutsu to be funny and I'm glad I made people laugh from it. And I hope you get an account :D
Xxxalien . freakxxx: Omg you saying that makes me nervous XD. And yeah chan be a prick but hey, that's what happens when others treat you bad first :O LOL. And ty again :D
Omigesh: beat him up :D
Virgo christiny: XD nah, don't worry, no lemon at all o.o
xXx Lone ProdigyxXx: Yeah, I always feel that impression from that village and its ninja lol. And yep he tortured obito
MadSlasher: LOL nah it's not what I'm thinking
DarkChasm-Sama: The cloud is full of jerks :/. And there are reasons why the kids act the way they do :3. Oh and you will hate Itsuwa more after this chap oo
Messijb45: me too :O
AltyLover: ty ty :D and yay I'm happy you love my story :3
Guest: Right? XD slowly and slowly he's caring but hey, that's what some people do in the real world, deny it XD
MacheSalas: Wow :3, it's good that you feeling emotions for the characters woot. And yep, it is darker so trying to keep it like that lol and I'll see if i can go back to chap 13 and add a bit more description to Itsuwa and his team. I'm bad at description x.x
Ty for the ones that reviewed the last chap! And thank you again for YAXON for editing my bad grammar LOL
WARNING: There will be scenes that may not be suitable for most of you. I don't think it's that bad, but then again it's just me o.o. There will be torture, so if anyone doesn't want to read such stuff, avoid the Italics scenes. Except for the last one in the last scene, that isn't a torture scene. So read the flashbacks if you want. I'm just warning all of you so I don't hear any whining about how I didn't say anything about it x.x. I won't be responsible for anyone who well have or get any issues from the flashbacks. It's your choice to read it or not. Also don't worry, there is no lemon/raping going on, even though it's not unusual for prisoners to get raped :O. Also once you finish the story, read the author's note after the chapter cause I just want to bring up something for all you readers
Update: Also from what a reviewer comment, I am going with what the Moon eye plan would be based off the movie of Road to ninja. After all, Kishimoto wrote the story and it explains how the 'perfect' world wouldbe. for the ones who have no idea dont worry, just keep reading the story here and OBito will explain to the kids what it is. After all, you guys don't have to know the full details yet :O
Chapter 14
An incessant buzzing played out in a dark, cold room from a small speaker that was set up in a corner. The room was made out of concrete, a dim light hung loosely inside a cell, slightly illuminating a man, stripped down to nothing, blindfolded. The figure was on his knees, four chains coming from the ground in opposite directions around the man were hooked into a black mechanical collar that was around his neck, keeping him in a kneeling position. His head was forced up by a metal rod, a heretic's fork, strapped on the collar. Two prongs on the ends of the device, one end dug under his chin while the other was against his sternum, pierced his flesh, but unfortunately it wouldn't kill the man. It kept him from sleeping as his body was forced in a stressful position.
His whole body was covered in strange black symbols, skin ruined by many scars that seem to differ from lashings, beatings and burns. The number 010886 has been burned across of his bare back. His arms were bound behind him, his left shoulder dislocated, fingernails were missing from his fingers, blood still coated around the fingers as if the fingernails were freshly yanked off. His ribcage was visible as he was deprived of anything that would calm his twisting hunger, and was also dehydrated as his lips were parched. The foul stench of the room, mostly coming from the wastes within his cell, had no affect to his nose anymore.
Obito was isolated from any human contact with the exception of a few guards. No thought came across his mind as the buzzing sound continued to plague his mind, taunting his broken state. He felt lifeless, numb. His body ached all over the place. A throbbing headache continued to torment his mind. A fever seemed to be getting worse as time was passing by. He didn't know how long he had been incarcerated; telling the time from day and night was impossible.
The door of the room opened with a creak by a man in a guard uniform. He had a bowl of steamed rice mixed with tender chicken strips in one hand. His eyes calmly settled on Obito before he pulled out a remote from his back pocket, pressing the mute button to stop the buzzing sound.
"Get the water ready," the man told a couple of guards who were keeping watch outside of the room.
"Yes, sir," one of the guards said with respect before closing the door for the man.
Itsuwa made his way to the cell, nose scrunching up slightly from the stench, but he ignored it as he opened the cell door to walk in. He stared down at the broken prisoner kneeling before him, placing the bowl under the prisoner's nose so he could take in the sweet, mouthwatering odor.
The prisoner's stomach twisted painfully and he just felt like he was being ripped into pieces inside. He couldn't help but tremble as the desperation to eat washed over him. His lips quivered, slightly parting as his mouth surprisingly watered even though he was dehydrated.
The guard pulled out chopsticks and calmly ate the chicken strips in front of the prisoner. He observed his prisoner, his knees scraped from the constant contact it had to endure against the hard, rough floor. Obito's body would occasionally shake; saliva slowly began to trail down from the corners of his mouth.
Itsuwa, with one swift movement, pressed a button behind Obito's collar that released the torturing device, letting it fall to the ground. The prisoner's head dropped weakly. The guard picked up as much as he could with the chopsticks and brought it close to the prisoner's mouth, letting the scent tease him a bit more before actually giving the man what he longed for. He pulled his hand away, studying the prisoner as he slowly chewed his food on so little energy. Obito savored it. Swallowing the rice actually pained his stomach, but that didn't stop him from taking in more bites that Itsuwa offered.
Itsuwa suddenly stopped once the bowl was half finished. He placed it on the side and took a tight grip of Obito's chin as he took the blindfold off. He pulled the man's face up. Obito's left eye was gone, only a black, blood-stained hole was left behind. His right eye, half closed, was still in place, but it was foggy, lacking any spirit it once had. It stared at nothing until it slowly registered who was in front of him.
A dark, cruel smile made its way to Itsuwa's face as his fingers roughly pressed on the corners of his jaw, forcing Obito's mouth to open. And without any second thoughts, he drove two fingers deep into Obito's mouth. Obito winced before he began to gag and once Itsuwa touched the back of his throat, his stomach heaved sickly. Itsuwa pulled to the side right before Obito bent forward and threw up everything he just ate. Obito's throat burned and he threw up again from the disgusting taste that lingered in his mouth. Itsuwa ignored how he felt sick from watching a man throw up and couldn't help but snicker as he walked around. Obito shakily coughed and leaned forward in pain as his stomach continued to nauseate him. Tears threaten to come out from the prisoner. His broken state of mind was so fragile, but it was still not broken enough for the guard.
Itsuwa chuckled and made sure not to step on Obito's wastes as he went over to the door where another guard handed him a bucket of boiling water. Itsuwa returned to the prisoner before he poured the hot water on the floor, to wash the vomit away to the drain that was built behind Obito. The prisoner leaned back, eye shut tightly, letting out a croaky cry as his legs were severely burned by the contact the water made under him. Excruciating pain stung his skin, making him desperately jerk away. Itsuwa had a calm, satisfied smile as he watched the scene before him as if it was something normal. He went back to the door, bringing another bucket but this time with ice cold water to pour it over his prisoner.
Obito's eyes snapped open, staring down at the toilet, in shock, his hands stiffly held onto the seat. His mask was on the ground as his face was visibly pale. He had many burned marks around his scarred face, stressed lines hanged under his eyes. He didn't seem to age though since the Fourth Ninja War ended, but he still looked exhausted.
His mind slowly came back to reality. His eyes closed as he let out a shaky breath. Cold sweat drops rolled down his face, and his heart beat was a bit unstable. He clenched his teeth, placing a hand over his face, annoyed by the fact he had let Itsuwa's presence get to him. He mentally cursed himself. This was ridiculous, he shouldn't have any emotions… this is why he should have no thoughts come across his mind. The horrible memories during his prison stay would pull him from reality and simply torture him. He wouldn't have to go through it if he just let his mind go blank. He blamed himself, blamed the kids, but mostly blamed Naruto for what he was going through. The situation he was in with the Genin was making him, day by day, open up in some way. The possibility of him caring about anything was coming back to him as he remembered how he stopped a rock that was supposed to hit Miso earlier in the day.
Obito shook his head, taking everything that was causing him suffering and casting it away back into the dark pits of his mind. To go back living how he was in the past years... Empty... Dead... Then the image of Rin came to mind, making the dark, heavy depression fall over him. His mind went numb, and everything around him seemed blurry. Once again he felt nauseated.
He flushed the toilet, most of the puke was stomach acid and water; the sound of the drowning water seemed so far away from him. But that's what he wanted... To be away from everyone and everything as far as possible. His Sharingan activated and he desperately tried to teleport himself to his dimension, but of course it didn't work. The extra limitations that Sakura placed on him prevented him from doing so. Everything around him started to suffocate him. He had to get out of there. He had to disappear.
He managed to get up on his feet; his legs felt heavy, but he continued to the door, opening it. He was silent as he saw Miso was standing in front of him, his eyes full of concern.
This time Obito's eyes widened, letting out a gasp before his teeth clenched. His body shivered tremendously, trying to curve into a ball to warm up, but the chains prevented him from doing so.
Cold… Tired and hungry were the words that repeated in the man's broken mind over and over again.
The stench of the room slightly got better for Itsuwa. He dropped the bucket and backslapped Obito hard across the face. Obito winced, his body electrifying from the hit.
"Pathetic." Itsuwa grabbed a handful of Obito's hair and yanked his head back as he began to take off the chains that kept him in place. "Ungrateful. All you had to do was hold the food in, but you can't even to that?" he hissed and let the prisoner collapse once the last chain was off. Obito quivered like a broken puppy. "Well, then again, I shouldn't expect even THAT from worthless trash..." he kicked the man over on his back. "No one cares for trash like you... not even that girl you desperately wanted to fuck up in your so- called 'perfect world'," he grunted with disgust. Obito bit his lower lip hard, drying out blood, as he tried to avoid thinking about Rin.
"Sit up," Itsuwa ordered coldly. He frowned when he saw the man still lay on the ground. He pulled out the whip of his and lashed down at the man across his chest. Obito cried out as he felt millions of needles vibrate painfully throughout his body. His skin was torn from the hit and blood began to escape.
"Sit up!" Itsuwa snapped and slowly the prisoner obeyed with shaky breaths. The man was pretty much broken, and did whatever anyone wanted him to do. Sitting up actually was a difficult task with the prisoner's arms being bounded behind. He would occasionally fall back to the ground, wheezing. Itsuwa lashed his prisoner once again with the whip, tearing pieces of flesh from his back this time. "I don't have all day!" he yelled with annoyance. "Sit up!"
This time, Obito stayed on the ground, as he was slowly losing consciousness. Itsuwa noticed this and abruptly grabbed him by the back of his neck and forced him up on his knees. "Look, that girl is here again," he hissed... Itsuwa kneeled down, forcing Obito to look out of his cell before placing a hand over Obito's head, putting the man into a Genjutsu to mess with the man's mind.
A girl with short brown hair stood outside of the cell, her eyes glaring at the prisoner with genuine hatred. Obito tried to avoid looking at her, but all he could do was shut his eye as Itsuwa kept him facing the girl.
"Sensei?" the boy's voice snapped Obito from his flashback. He grabbed his head, keeping himself up on his feet even though he wanted to collapse on his knees.
Mitsuki and Chan were sitting on the same bed, and they, too, had their eyes on the masked man. For the first time there was no hostility in the eyes of Mitsuki. They held confusion, as she didn't know what to say after Obito finally left the bathroom. Chan eyed their teacher. He was talking to the Uchiha girl about what was happening to their teacher while he was locked in the bathroom, puking. The masked man was inside for about an hour and it seemed he was spacing out?
"What's wrong?" Miso asked quietly, which made Obito kind of push him back so he could walk out of the bathroom. And without a second glance to the kids, he left the room. He had to get out of there. Find a place to isolate himself. His broken state longed for it.
Miso was going to run after him, but Chan jumped in front of him.
"He needs to be alone," the boy said calmly.
Miso frowned.
"Sensei needs us."
"Miso, there are times when people need to be alone," Mitsuki told her worried friend.
"At times...?" Miso pressed his lips into a thin line before he flashed an annoyed look at both of his teammates. "He's been isolating himself from us since we left Konoha!" the boy cried out.
Mitsuki frowned, but said nothing.
"I know you don't like him Mitsuki, but he hasn't done anything bad to us that-"
"Has he done anything good?" Mitsuki interrupted him.
Miso looked away.
"If you at least give him a chance…" Miso mumbled quietly. "If we all at least tried to befriend him…."
"Just like you've been trying to do?" Chan asked calmly as he remembered how Obito kept ignoring Miso when he tried to talk to him.
Miso looked at him a bit annoyed.
"I'm not going to give up…." The boy headed to the door. "I'm going to look for him. I'm not leaving him alone."
"And what are you going to do once you find him?" Chan questioned, which stopped the boy from twisting the door knob. "Sensei doesn't think you care for him, if I remember correctly. He's just going to ignore you."
The boy was right. Obito would most likely give him the cold shoulder. Words were nothing for Obito. Maybe he was the type to believe someone through actions… What could Miso do to prove to him that he cared? Well, first he needed to know what was really happening to their teacher before he could help him…
Itsuwa… ever since that man appeared to them, their teacher was acting differently.
"X must know…" Miso let out. Chan and Mitsuki looked at him with confusion. "I have to find X," Miso ran out of the room. Mitsuki and Chan were hesitant, but chased after him. They really didn't want to come across the other Genin. There was a chance they would get into a fight, and it was too late in the day to engage in battle. Chan got a quick glimpse of a clock that hung against the wall as he ran down the hallway. It was almost midnight…
"Miso, wait!" Mitsuki called out as the blonde boy made his way out into the dark streets. Most of the people that were in the streets were adults, mostly male.
"I hate you," her words hissed with venom. A lump came up in Obito's throat. He didn't want the girl to continue.
"You didn't love me. After all, you were going to replace me with a fake..." Obito tried to shake his head desperately. He wanted to defend himself, but how could he? She was telling the truth… He was going to replace her with a fake image of her..."You sent our sensei to his grave, you egoistical bastard!" the girl screamed. "And for what?! To make a world full of lies!?" Guilt washed over Obito like burning fire. She was right... The perfect world he wanted for everyone was a lie. Why did he kill so many people? Did he really get his hands dirty to replace their souls with fakes? How could he be so stupid? How sick in the mind was he to even think he would be satisfied to live in a dream? How stupid was he to even consider everyone in the world to accept such a thing? "This is why I never loved you!" she pulled out a kunai and made her way to him. "This is why you should just disappear." Obito felt tears, burning his cold skin, finally trail down his cheek as the girl he loved raised her hand while holding the kunai before driving it into his chest. Obito's eye widened, agonizing pain filled his chest.
The image of Rin disappeared, the Genjutsu ended, but the pain still felt so real that made Obito cough out a gush of blood before collapsing to the ground. His eye was shakily rolling back. Disappear… If only that were possible… Life or Death, either way, both were Hell. If only his existence completely vanished… If only that could happen… But even his broken mind knew the torture would continue as he was forced to roll on his back, pulled to a sitting position as the cruel smile of Itsuwa flashed in his view, petrifying him.
"As long as you're here," he whispered near Obito's right ear. "I'll show you what true Hell is like…" The man's hot breath brought Goosebumps on the prisoner, but also brought tears to his eyes as the man took a tight grip of Obito's dislocated shoulder before he yanked it back harshly, making his prisoner scream in agony.
Obito staggered against a wall of a building, shaking his head with clenched teeth. His mind spun and his left shoulder seemed to ache badly. He was trying to stay calm as he continued walking down the street, passing the villagers. He was planning on going to the forest, maybe a mile away from the village to isolate himself. He didn't care about leaving the kids behind. All he cared at the moment was to be alone… to stop all the flashbacks from plaguing his memory. The sanity of his mind was falling apart.
"Hey! Shinobi!" a familiar voice called out. Obito continued walking, ignoring the voice. "Wait up!"
Yuki was amused, running out of the bar to catch up to the masked man.
"So you taking my offer then?" the man almost stumbled as he walked besides Obito. It seemed the man was waiting the whole time for the masked man.
Obito said nothing, trying his best not to run off. He didn't want to show how desperate he was to disappear.
The guy observed him. "Or are you still busy?"
"Must you be an annoying insect?" Obito hissed, glaring at him through the dark holes of his mask.
Yuki chuckled, not letting the man's words offend him.
"Fine, I'll leave you alone," he said as he began to walk away. "I was just trying to do a good cause and lighten up your life a bit."
'Lighten up his life a bit' he says…. There was no way for anyone that could do such thing for him.
"After all, life is already a pain in the ass," Yuki shrugged boredly.
Obito was silent, turning to the man. If only he knew how painful life was… He doubted he knew true pain…
"Just a few drinks," Yuki mused. "It won't kill you, right?"
Many people would drink away their problems. Alcohol was a depressant. Obito knew the affects it gave to others, but never in his life did he try taking a sip of it. After all, he was too dedicated to the Moon's Eye Plan to weaken any of his five senses, but now… what was stopping him? Drinking excessively would surely cause him more issues, but maybe the first stages wouldn't really harm him… Right? Was he really desperate to try anything that could possibly help him with his unstable mind?
Yuki guessed Obito was now having second thoughts about his offer. He grinned, waving him to come.
"You won't regret it."
Miso sighed, as he slowed down to a walk. He couldn't find X nor his teammates anywhere. He guessed they left the village… Their teacher did say they were on a mission. The boy deactivated his Byakugan and wandered quietly around the streets.
Obito… Maybe the boy wasn't trying hard enough… Or maybe the man was a lost cause. Then Miso remembered the stories his father would tell him about his relationship with Sasuke… His father struggled for years to get Sasuke to come back to the village, to save him from his darkness… Years of training and enduring… The boy frowned. It had been more than a week since they were placed under Obito's wing. Of course the boy shouldn't expect the man to be more open by such a short time span…
Miso stopped in his tracks, staring at nothing in particular as he was deep in thought. He shouldn't give up. This was nothing compared to what his father went through for Sasuke… Giving up would just… Or was he simply doing this for his father's sake? The thought made the boy bite his lower lip. Maybe it was true… Maybe he just cared for his teacher because his father made him… No… the boy shook his head. The doubts were coming back to him, taunting his mind. Then again, if he didn't care for the man, he would have just given up, or wouldn't even try just like Chan and Mitsuki… But maybe Miso was trying so hard because he wanted to be like his father… And this was a way to be like him… Was he using Obito then?
Miso grabbed his face, taking a deep breath. He had to clear his mind and think straight. The anxiety he was going through was just twisting his thoughts around. Or was it helping him see the truth?
"Isn't it past your bedtime?" a young voice mocked Miso from behind. The boy turned around and was surprised to see it was X, holding a cigarette between his fingers. It wasn't lit up, but the boy still placed it in his mouth.
Miso wanted to comment on how the boy was too young to smoke, but he knew how X was such a poser. The boy would always act as if he was more 'mature'. They were the same age for crying out loud.
"I have to talk to you about something," Miso tried to hold his hostility in for now.
"And who says I want to talk to you?" X narrowed his eyes at his rival.
"X, I'm serious, I really need to ask you something," Miso frowned.
"I ain't saying nothing." X grunted out.
"Why not?"
"You freaking punched V, that's why." X still held a grudge against the blond kid for hurting one of his teammates.
"Well, I wouldn't have done it if he hadn't called Mitsuki a boy."
"Man, you and your father are really annoying. Why must you guys protect those Uchiha scum."
"They aren't scum," Miso defended heatedly. "Now tell me how your sensei knows my teacher!"
X blinked at the question before a sly smile appeared on his face.
"Why do you want to know?" he asked smugly.
Miso was silent at this. So there was something between Obito and Itsuwa… And from the looks of it, it wasn't good.
"Come on X, tell me."
"I don't know…" X crossed his arms on his chest, eyes wandering around other places. "I really don't feel like it…"
Miso glared at him. He should have known X wasn't going to cooperate at all.
"X, I really need to know," Miso tried not to sound so desperate.
X pulled out the cigarette and extended a hand to Miso as if he was waiting for some kind of payment first before he spilled any info. Miso frowned, but reluctantly pulled out a small brown frog wallet from his back pocket to take out a handful of coins before giving them to X.
"Itsuwa-sensei was one of that bastard's guards during his prison stay," X finally said, a bit amused. Miso fell silent at the revelation. "He put him in his place," X scoffed.
Miso stared at him, trying to understand what X meant by his words.
"Put him… in his place…?"
"Let's just say my sensei totally gave him what he deserved," X said as he placed his hands on his hips with pride.
Miso felt his stomach drop with sickness, but it knotted with anger. The boy glared at X. He knew guards would at times abuse their power when it came to criminals, but he didn't think anyone had the guts to have done anything to Obito… Not since he knew his dad wouldn't let anything happen to the masked man. Now it all made sense… But did this mean his teacher was afraid of… Itsuwa? Did he literally got sick just by his presence?
"Yo, anyone there?" X mocked as he was waving his hand in front of Miso. The boy turned his back to X before he ran off. He was done talking to the boy, and he had to find his teacher soon.
X rolled his eyes in annoyance before he walked off to his earlier destination.
Miso was running and he took a turn on another street, but came to a stop when Chan and Mitsuki jumped in his way. The boy frowned and was going to continue running, but Chan grabbed his arm and pinned him against the wall a bit roughly.
"Stop being so reckless," Chan lectured him with furrowed eyebrows. "Now tell me, what are you doing?"
"Let go of me," Miso looked away and struggled from Chan's tight grasp.
"We know X's sensei was Obito's guard back in prison," Mitsuki said calmly, which made Miso turn to them with confusion.
"How?"
"We were eavesdropping," Chan bluntly said. "Now tell us, what are you going to do?"
Miso's eyes slowly dropped to the ground. He honestly had no idea what he was doing…
"I thought so." Chan sighed, releasing his teammate. "So it seems that Itsuwa took advantage of our teacher."
Mitsuki thought about their teacher's situation. Then a thought came in her mind.
"Hey may be having posttraumatic stress disorder," Mitsuki said, which made her teammates look at her with questioning looks. Mitsuki tried to find the right words to explain it to them. Her mother would make her study different kinds of things that involved human health. She remembered one book had different kids of disorders that people had after a trauma. There were people who were diagnosed with such thing after the Fourth Ninja War. "It's like… well… the patient has all these issues after experiencing something traumatic."
"And?" Chan raised an eyebrow.
Mitsuki crossed her arms on her chest with a frown. If only she had brought those notes that she had back at home….
"And they can have, like, flashbacks of their trauma."
"Was he having a flashback when he looked like he was spacing out after he got out of the bathroom?" Miso asked a bit more worried now.
"Most likely," Chan started to dislike Itsuwa more and more.
Mitsuki noticed how Miso and Chan were. She knew Miso was worried about their teacher, and Chan seemed he was changing his mind about the man too. This made her frown. Why should they care about a criminal? So what if he was messed up by Itsuwa? He killed many people and started the Fourth Ninja War. He destroyed the Uchiha Clan. She ignored the fact that her beloved uncle was responsible too.
"Well there's nothing we can do," Mitsuki said as she didn't care if the masked man was having horrible flashbacks, turning her back to both boys. The only reason why she even ran after Miso was to make sure he didn't get into a fight with X. Also they were kids after all, what could they possibly do to 'help' the masked man? Also she was just so tired to deal with him. "Let's go back to the hotel."
Miso couldn't believe what she was saying. Their teacher was out, maybe having inner conflicts thanks to Itsuwa's doing and she just didn't care? She was really going to just forget about it and move on with her life?
"You're really just going to ignore what we just learned about Itsuwa and Sensei?"
"Maybe it's really nothing."
"Nothing? Sensei threw up!" Miso cried out. "How can that be nothing?"
Mitsuki groaned and began walking away.
Miso looked at her with persistence.
"We have to find sensei! We're his students!"
"Miso… there's nothing we can do."
"Of course there is!" Miso stubbornly argued.
Mitsuki just shook her head as she left their side. She wasn't going to attempt to change the boy's mind anymore. She knew how Miso was, and she was just too tired to find their teacher, who obviously didn't want to be found.
Miso was shocked to see his best friend walk away, but then again, it shouldn't surprise him. She just didn't care… He dropped to the ground, his back against the wall, bringing his legs close to his chest before burying his face in his knees.
Chan watched the boy before he leaned against the same wall the boy was against. Both said nothing for a while. A light post shined over them, and people walked past them without a glance. Chan brushed his hair back calmly before he finally spoke.
"Nothing is going to change your mind, huh?" Chan asked calmly. Miso didn't answer, his arms tightening around his legs. Chan knew the boy was just going to be stubborn like his old man. And maybe if he showed Miso that with his help nothing would change would make the boy give up.
"Alright, I guess I'll try."
Miso was silent as he looked up.
"What…?"
"I'll give our sensei a chance," Chan placed his arms behind his head as he looked up at the sky.
Miso was taken aback, but in a good way.
"Really?" Maybe he was hearing things.
"Like you said, he hasn't done anything bad to us," Chan said calmly. "And who knows, maybe he isn't 'bad' anymore." The boy at first was just going to use Obito to learn things and get closer to his dream, but he guessed it wouldn't hurt him to try and 'befriend' their teacher, which is something that may not happen… "I guess it isn't cool for us to give him a hard time."
"You know something, Chan?"
"What?"
"I was wrong about you." Miso jumped to his feet with an excited grin. "I thought you were nothing more but a jackass back at the Academy."
Chan's arms drop to his sides, he felt his right eyebrow twitch at this. He was about to counter back, but the joy in Miso's face made him think otherwise…
"Trust me… you weren't in my good side too…," he grumbled.
"I just wish Mitsuki would also try," Miso sighed. "Or at least try not to hate on him so much…"
"You know how girls are," Chan said calmly, but couldn't help but make an exception for Shizuka.
"What should we do about sensei, then?"
"I guess… let's just look for him, just to make sure he's okay," Chan said. He also had no clue how to help their teacher. If their teacher really had that disorder thing that Mitsuki mentioned, it would be really bad for their teacher to have flashbacks while in the streets alone. They had to make sure the man was safe at least. Miso gave a nod before both ran in the dark streets of the village.
"Can you tell me what posttraumatic stress disorder is?" Mitsuki asked a man in a white uniform who was locking up his shop. It seemed it was mostly a pharmacy. She saw there was a pharmacy as she was walking back to the hotel and decided it wouldn't be too much trouble to get more info about the disorder.
The guy looked down with confusion, had a white goatee with dark hair with many white hair stripes combed back.
"Excuse me?" he asked in a lazy tone, kind of looking around to make sure no one was pulling a prank on him.
"Posttraumatic stress disorder," Mitsuki said once again. "I want to know what the symptoms really are."
The guy finally finished locking his place and turned to the girl. It was such a strange thing to have a girl come up to him and ask him about an anxiety disorder. He noticed the girl's headband; taking into account she was from Konoha…
"Did someone infer that you had such disorder?" the man guessed that was the only way the girl would have come across such terminology.
Mitsuki frowned.
"No, but maybe someone that I know might have it."
"So you assume someone has it, yet you aren't quite sure what it really is…?"
"I read it in a book my mom gave me and I think the person might have it 'cause he was spacing out. I think he was having flashbacks, which is a symptom for posttraumatic stress disorder."
The man blinked. He was surprised that a mother would give their child such a book… She looked too young to…well…
"What's your name?" the man asked a bit curiously.
"Uchiha Mitsuki," the girl said with pride. This made the man's mouth drop open.
"The daughter of Haruno Sakura?"
"Of course."
Now the man was fascinated. The greatest doctor's daughter was standing in front of him.
"My, my… I'm very honored to meet her daughter in the flesh," he chuckled. "And I'm surprised your mother gave you such a book. I didn't think that was a field of hers."
"Well, it really isn't," Mitsuki admitted. "So could you tell me what the disorder really is?"
"Well… where to start…" the man opened his store as he believed it was a better place to discuss things. The girl walked into the place calmly, where a shelf, against the wall, was filled with different medications was stacked up. There were many books against one another shelf.
"My name is Kusuri," the man pulled out an orange, red color book. He flipped the book open and went over to the girl to show her the pages that had the information she wanted. "And this might be what you're looking for."
He handed her the book which she began to read. The symptom list consisted of flashbacks that were about their traumas, bad dreams, and frightening thoughts. Avoidance symptoms included the emotion of numbness, guilt, depression and worry. The patient would avoid anything that reminded them of the horrible experience. Losing interest in activities that the patient used to love in the past would happen. Being easily startled, which Mitsuki didn't really see the man act out, feeling tense and having difficulty sleeping or having angry outbursts would be other things the patient may suffer….
Mitsuki tried to compare the symptoms to his teacher, but it didn't seem like he had such thing… Well, it was hard to tell when the man avoided them the whole time. But then again, she really didn't make any efforts to pay attention to the man.
"I don't think my 'friend' may have this," she lowered the book.
"Tell me, what made you believe he or she had it?"
"Well…" Mitsuki sighed and decided to just explain to the man what happened between her teacher and Itsuwa. She made sure not to tell Kusuri who her teacher really was. She sat down on the counter as she told him everything. Kusuri listened patiently and took mental notes of everything.
"We'll start with a shot of tequila," Yuki mused as he and Obito sat near the counter inside the bar. The bartender came to them and took Yuki's order and swiftly gave the two men their shots. Obito had to take in mind his stomach hadn't eaten for a while and was dehydrated. This was his first time drinking alcohol too… And since he hadn't slept for some time, it was mostly likely that he would get the effects of alcohol faster than a normal person. He looked at Yuki who simply took a huge gulp of the whole drink with no problem before he exhaled in satisfaction.
"That hit the spot," he mused and turned to the masked man who eyed him before picking up his own drink. He had been contemplating about drinking. Only the weak drink… Well, that was what he thought… Then again, he didn't care what others thought of him. "Preparing to lose your alcohol virginity?" Yuki joked, which made everything go black for Obito.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" Itsuwa hissed tauntingly as he had two men hold him up as he kicked Obito's balls harshly. Obito cried out in agony from the sharp pain, his legs trembled, and he would have collapsed if it weren't for the other guards who leaned him back harshly. Obito was wheezing, his whole body shaking as he felt as if his balls exploded. The pain just vibrated through out his whole body and it didn't seem it would stop. He wanted to puke badly and just curl into a ball. He desperately wanted to disappear, the pain just to stop.
"I bet you wanted to fuck that 'girl', didn't you?" he hissed as he once again kicked Obito, but this time in the stomach, making Obito lean forward, tears falling down once again. He felt he was going to go crazy from the torture. He wanted to scream for it all to stop, but he could barely utter a word. It actually felt like he didn't know how to talk anymore…
"You ain't a man," Itsuwa grabbed his chin roughly and forced it up for him to see his cruel smile. "And you never will be…" he brushed the man's hair barck, which was blood coated from what seemed the hair was yanked out by force before. "A man…"
"Hey, Shinobi!"
Obito's head shot up from Yuki's loud voice. He was silent, and felt his hand wet… He looked down to see his hand was in a fist, soaked with the tequila that the shot cup once had. It seemed that he crushed it…
"You're going to pay for that," The bartender said, a bit irritated that his property was destroyed.
"Put it on my tab," Yuki said before looking at Obito, who loosened his fingers. "You know, I was just kidding about the-"
"Get me another one," Obito said in his deep, dark tone. Yuki felt slightly intimidated by the man, but he mostly thought he was cool. He looked at the bartender, who reluctantly gave the masked man another shot of tequila. Without any hesitation, Obito nudged his mask up to reveal only his mouth and tried to take a whole gulp of the shot just like Yuki did, but failed miserably as he felt his throat burn. He choked and coughed violently, pulling his mask back down.
Yuki tried not to laugh at the man's reaction and was amazed at how many scars he had on the little bit of the face he was able to see. A couple of guys sitting near them snickered at the masked man.
"Take it easy, no one is rushing you," Yuki ordered another shot for himself. "Do what I do, take a deep breath, take in the shot and then exhale once you swallowed," he said. "That's what I do. And remember, we're here to relax and enjoy ourselves."
Obito wasn't the type to relax. He felt tired and still wanted to be in his dimension… alone…But that wasn't going to happen. He noticed everyone in the bar was watching him, smugly. It was most likely they were waiting for him to choke once again like a pathetic novice. Obito ignored them and pulled his mask up, keeping in mind how to take the shot. He just wanted to get this over with and feel the aftereffects. He had no care what was going to happen to him afterwards. He took a deep breath and poured the whole thing into his mouth as if it was going to wash his worries away.
Mitsuki walked out of the bathroom quietly after she took a warm shower. She noticed she was the only one in their room. She tried not to let it bother her as she took off her towel and put on her pajamas, which were washed nicely by the maids. The girl was towel drying her hair for a moment before wrapping it with her towel. She sat on her bed, back against the bed frame as she brought a bowl filled with chocolate covered strawberries on her lap. Like most kids, eating chocolate past their bed time was never going to happen when parents were around, so taking advantage at the moment was a must. Mitsuki plopped a strawberry into her mouth and tried to enjoy it, but for some reason it didn't seem as satisfying as she thought it would… She frowned, guessing maybe the strawberries weren't so good… She took another bite, the same dull taste like before came to her mouth. The girl just returned it to the side table and leaned back, eyes wandering around the room quietly.
She was debating to go out and look for her teammates, drag them by their ears if she had to, as she worried about them. Even though they were shinobi, it was not safe to be in the streets so late… Also, she was bored being in a room by herself… After a few minutes just sitting there, she jumped off her bed, pulled off the towel from her head and went over to the window, opening the curtains to see people were still walking in the streets, but were only few in number now.
"Why must you guys protect those Uchiha scum?"
X's voice seemed to come back to her mind. She was trying to ignore what the boy was saying to Miso, but it was hard to. She couldn't understand why people seemed to hate on her clan. Well, it was Obito's fault… but still, why did people generalize a whole group after one person does a mistake? After all… everyone makes mistakes… and should be forgiven.
Mitsuki frowned at the thought. Yes, everyone made mistakes, but Obito… Well…
She snapped from her thoughts as she heard the door opening. Guessing it was her teammates, she turned with a relieved smile, but then it vanished upon seeing that it was none other then her sensei…
Obito closed the door behind him; not even acknowledging the girl as he slightly stumbled while walking to his bed. The girl noticed this and took a couple of steps away from him. She observed his actions, he wasn't walking straight, and he seemed… relaxed? He wasn't straight as he would always be, and he collapsed on his bed, letting out a deep, tired sigh.
Was he… drunk…?
Obito felt like he was literally lying on a cloud, floating in the skies. His whole body and mind felt numb, and maybe at… relaxed…. He slowly turned on his back, doing so released a gingerly feeling throughout his body. He brought a hand up, flexing his fingers as if studying the new sensations. It felt as if he could do anything… but he knew that wasn't true.
He had taken one shot at first, and waited for a couple of minutes before taking another one. Eventually, the effects hit him, and he took one more shot, which he was contemplating about, before he left the bar. Maybe the last one was a bit… too much. He was able to think straight after the first two even though his body went numb, but now he was having trouble keeping his mind on one thing without jumping to another topic.
His eyes wandered to his right and noticed no one was using the bed near him. He slowly sat up, his brain felt like it was gently shaking, and he noticed Mitsuki was the only one in the room with him.
"Wwwhere…aaare they…?" he let out a slur, which gave Mitsuki the confirmation he was under the influence. She stared at him, even though he was an ex-criminal and a jerk, she didn't think he was… well… into drinking.
"They're looking for you," she said with a frown.
Obito took a moment to take this in before he looked out the window. Chan and Miso were looking for him? At this late of time? Alone? But why….?
He was trying to get off of his bed, but fell back. He was exhausted and it felt he was going to pass out soon. Damn it… he wasn't really in the shape to look for his students, and who knew if they were safe… The kids were still not able to take care of themselves. Anything could happen to them… Guilt washed over him, something that he didn't want to feel. He was supposed to feel good… that was the point he even agreed to drink at the bar…
He grabbed his head, leaning a bit forward quietly. What kind of teacher would have their students look for them…? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around…? He lived his life without a care for anyone. He just seemed to make mistakes every time… He was just a burden…
"Thiiis is why I shoouuld just disappeeaar," he mumbled, feeling depression once again wash over him now…
Mitsuki fell silent from his words.
"Well, to tell you the truth, shinobi go through a lot of harsh things," the man said calmly after hearing Mitsuki's story. "It surprises me how most of them don't develop any disorders from what they suffer through."
"My mom said shinobi endure," Mitsuki said.
"You may be shinobi, but you're still human," the guy looked at her, which made her go silent. "You say your teacher is mostly a loner, and avoids anything and anyone… Which I can assume because he's suffering deep inside, but hides it."
Mitsuki remembered how the man said they lived in Hell… She had a hard time giving sympathy to the masked man. It was so easy to deny he was suffering. And if he was, shouldn't he deserve it?
"So if he is, is there anything we can do?" she asked out of curiosity.
"Talk to him," he smiled at the girl.
"Talk to him…?"
"No one can live with any human communication. It's not good for their health. We're social beings after all. Also make sure he sleeps and is eating right."
Mitsuki got off the counter quietly.
"Well that's all the advice I can give you, after all, I'm not a psychiatrist."
Mitsuki looked up to see the masked man once again trying to get off of his bed and succeed, but was losing his balance as he was going to the door.
"That man is broken…"
Her dad's voice played in her mind from years ago. She lost the glare she was shooting out to the man as her gut pained her when she saw her teacher almost trip from Chan's bag. Was he…really going to look for her teammates? She clenched her teeth and before the masked man was able to open the door, she took a tight grip of his flex jacket from behind, keeping him from leaving. Obito looked down at her with confusion.
"I'll look for them," Mitsuki said a bit quietly, kind of avoiding eye contact with the man.
"What…?" Her teacher asked quietly, as it was obvious he wasn't in the right state of mind to be walking around the streets. He was then pulled by Mitsuki to Chan's bed. Obito's mind spun when she made him lay on his back, his body felt as if gravity was pushing down on him. Suddenly his mind felt… warmth… Sweet, humming warmth… It relaxed him more and made his worries for Miso and Chan dwindle down. His eyes got heavy, but he was still able to look to where Mitsuki was, sitting next to him, a hand over his head. Her hand was glowing with her healing Jutsu. Her eyes looked down at him, but without any hostility towards him. Instead, they held a slight confusion as she was asking questions in her mind.
What was she doing? Why was she doing this? Did this mean something? What was driving her to do this?
She was doing what her mother would do at times to help her father to calm down from some issues he would go through. Even now he would suffer from his past experiences, but why was she doing this to the man she hated? Or maybe… she didn't really hate him… If she really despised him, she wouldn't be comforting the man like the way she was.
After a few minutes, she finally made eye contact with the man; for once she was able to see his eyes clearly thanks to the lights of the room. Instead of the dark cold ones she expected him to always have, they were… weak… and lacked light… Her stomach dropped and she looked away, biting her lower lip. Why was she feeling so…sad…? Her fingers gently felt through the man's scalp and came across what seemed like a few scars that were hidden by his long hair strands.
"He put him in his place."
X's voice rang through her head as she looked back at the eyes that seemed like they held no hope… What if… she was wrong about him…? After all, there had to be a reason why the Hokage placed him as their teacher.
Mitsuki continued to comfort him with her chakra, staying strong as she hesitantly took his right hand with her own. He didn't seem as scary as she thought… Well he didn't seem like the man that started the Fourth Ninja War years ago… He looked like an empty shell of his former self. Broken… just like her father had said… A man who didn't care about his own life… A man who believed there was nothing good in the world…
His hand slowly wrapped around hers, as if making sure she was real, which caused her to feel anger...towards herself…
"It's okay… sensei…" she said silently. "They'll be here soon…"
Her words made Obito relax; his man's eyes continued gazing at the girl weakly. His eyes slowly began to close bit by bit. He was losing focus as his body was finally reaching its limit. His mind was too numb to think about what was going on, but for the first time in so many years… he actually felt… at peace…
Yep, that's the chapter :O. Okay so everyone, drinking isn't a good way to well… help you with your problems. Just wanted to make sure none of my readers actually try and drink your sorrows away. Eventually the story will show how bad it can affect your lives. I have seen it happen a lot , trust me. Of course I'm not against drinking for just the 'fun', but like everything in the world, don't overuse anything O.O.
Anyways~ Yep, poor Obito… So it seems that all three are going to try now with him :D. And it seems the flashbacks were a reason why Obito was also trying not to feel, poor guy…
I got the information of Posttraumatic stress disorder from the National Institutes of Health website. Wanted to cite the page, but for some reason it didn't work. So yeah o.o'
So please Review and or Comment about this chapter :O pleaseee OO