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Authors PreNote:

Wow! I did make some of you cry! : D. I even had a follower who send a pm to me saying how i made him cry so much even when he read the scene five times. Then my sister thought I was strange that I was happy i made people cry o.o'.

This chapter isn't as sad as the other one I think... It was hard to write. I had a rough draft of it but it wasn't so good... So i rewrote many parts, rearranged and deleted until I felt it was good.

OH YEAH remember guys, this Obito's body is a bit more human now compared to the manga (but it still a bit enhanced). Just bringing this up if people forgot about it cause there was a chapter (not sure which one) that brought it up. Also remember, I made Obito's parents die at a young age.

Well I must say thank you all for reviewing/commenting ^.^. You guys are epic! I want to also thank all those who have been sticking with me since the first chapter. I know the story started slow, but it was a way to make things realistic : o, so ty again :3

Thank you YAXON for editing the chapter :3

Enjoy!

Chapter 20

Obito walked down the street, bottle in hand, alone... His eyes were looking down at the ground as he passed villagers in a town he had come across after separating from the children. The sky was dark, and it seemed it was crying as the drops slowly fell. He didn't know where he was… nor did he know where he left the kids… Well, it didn't matter to him anyway… He just wanted to be alone.

He felt numb... His mind slowly playing everything that he had tried to forget. So many bodies, so much blood… He had caused the deaths of countless people. So many that he couldn't remember… And the worst part of it all was that he took their lives for a plan that didn't come to fruition. He had killed so many for nothing.

Obito felt his chest twist in pain, making him stop to take a huge gulp of his liquor. He only tugged his mask up, even now he didn't want to expose his face.

She wants you to forgive her…

He choked and leaned forward, coughing a bit violently. People around him pulled away, avoiding him with disgust. Some were watching him and gossiping in hushed voices. Their village wasn't part of the Alliance, and a Konoha shinobi wasn't a pleasant sight for them to see.

She wants you to forgive yourself…

Forgive…

Obito grabbed his head and his eyes tiredly wandered to everyone around. Instead of seeing the villagers, he saw the dead corpses of the faceless people he had killed. Their eyes missing from their eye sockets and blood stained all over their ripped clothes. The village torn down, just like he had done to many places, years ago…

It was hell. He was in Hell…

His teeth clenched hard and he forced his shaky legs to move, to continue… but to continue where? Where was he going?

He stopped in an alleyway and chugged down his bottle, not even taking a moment to catch his breath. His hand shook before crushing the bottle after taking the last drop. Shards of the glass had dug through his glove to his skin. He felt a sharp pain in his hand and he stared down as the blood began soaking his glove.

I'm always watching you…

Obito felt his eyes moisten up while Rin's voice quietly whispered to him. He staggered back against the wall, shutting his eyes hard. His wounded hand turned into a fist, ignoring how the shards of glass were digging deeper.

Why was he still living? Why did the dead 'pity' him?

Nothing made sense at all. Or maybe it did…. and he was simply trying to avoid the truth.

He had to remind himself that he didn't care… That he didn't care if he killed so many people. It was for the plan, for the perfect world. The deaths were everyone else's fault for putting a halt to his actions, to his dream. It was Naruto's fault for all the lives that died for nothing… If only everyone had just let him have his way, there could have been fewer deaths by his hands. It was humanity's fault, Right…?

Is that what you tell yourself every night to avoid feeling regret from all the lives you took? His young voice hissed in the back of his head.

His legs gave up, making him fall to the ground. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes as his mind began to twist and turn. The alcohol was beginning to affect his body. His eyes weakly stared up at the dark sky, letting the water drops fall on his mask.

He felt sick… exhausted… beaten…

Who was he kidding…? Everything… All the lives he had taken…Naruto's, Sasuke's… Everyone's suffering was all his fault… He did it all himself because he wanted to bring peace to the world, one that wasn't meant to be… one that wasn't even real… He had deemed reality as a lie and wanted to escape the pain that has been eating away at his soul ever since Rin died.

But who could blame him…? His whole life has been painful. His parents died when he was too young to even remember. He was the black sheep of the Uchiha Clan and lacked friends while growing up. Loneliness was his companion for many years, and the war… The war that he had to participate in at such a young age was something he wasn't ready for. He let it all beat him in the end… Unlike Naruto.

Obito hated that man for not falling into Hell like he did. Then again, people were able to save Naruto just in time. On so many occasions, people jumped in and saved him. He remembered how Hinata slapped Naruto back to his senses back in the war after Neji died. Naruto was lucky to have people watch his back…

So why… why did no one save him years ago? Why did his teacher and teammates not even attempt to recover his remains from the boulders? Maybe… Just maybe things could have turned out differently if they went back to search for him, but instead he fell into a madman's hands

This world is full of things that don't go as you wish. The longer you live… the more you realize that reality is just made of pain and suffering and emptiness.

Madara's words were true… reality was…

If you wait for it, someone will save you…

This time, it was Kakashi's voice that was in his mind. Was it too late for him to be saved? Naruto seemed like he was trying so hard to do just that. Did he deserve it? Or did he deserve to burn, to scream in agony forever for every heinous crime he committed against everyone?

If only Naruto could just leave him alone. If only he left him to rot in prison. He should have died for all the sins he had done. For all the lives he had stolen. There was no reason for him to live anymore. Then again, this torture… this was his punishment for his sins… He had to accept it. Accept the punishment he deserved… and yet… he didn't want to…

He couldn't handle the pain anymore, but how could he live with himself after all he had done? He couldn't forgive himself. There was no way he could atone for his sins. But he wanted to… didn't he? Naruto pulling him out of prison was, in a way, hope… hope that he still had a chance in life… right?

He felt a lump up in his throat. Rin's warm smile… her perfect smile burned his heart.

No, he had no hope. Hope was nothing but a lie… but what if…

Obito hit the back of his head against the wall. He reminded himself that he didn't care. He didn't care that he killed all those people. He shouldn't care. He… shouldn't… care…

Slowly, his eyes gazed down at his leg pocket.

He should die… A kunai was pulled out. He could easily end it all… The blood from his hand trailed down on the kunai handle. But what if the afterlife was worse…? His hand began to tremble. What if he really was sent to Hell…? He dropped the weapon. Death… he feared it, too… He was so…

His stomach heaved for a moment. The guilt was always washing over his mind.

His throat clenched and slowly, he rose to his feet. He had to keep moving, to disappear from every soul. With his mind numb and beaten, he walked back out to the streets of the village, without life, just like the psychic had said… He was dead inside…He passed the villagers without even realizing they were around. He bumped into a few, got cursed for it, but they were all ignored.

Silently he walked. His feet dragged him and the questions in his mind finally slowed down. He stopped once his eyes lay on a certain building. A bar…

He stared at it and without even realizing it, he walked inside.

People inside the room stopped what they were doing and frowned at the newcomer after spotting the symbols of his mask. They could tell he was a Shinobi, and couldn't help but feel hostile towards him. Obito's eyes were downcast, and he made his way up to the bartender, who also had his eyes on him with suspicion.

Obito reached underneath his flex jacket and placed a stack of bills on the counter in front of the bartender. It was everything he was carrying around.

"Everything is on me…" he said with a broken voice, one that could have everyone guess he just went through Hell. The bartender was the only one that could hear the man's words.

He was silent and stared at him for a moment before picking up the bills. They were real, and there was so much money, enough to pay for a day's worth of liquor. He couldn't believe it… He blinked at Obito, who finally took a seat, his head bowed tiredly. He guessed Obito was being serious, and it wasn't his job to question him.

The bartender was amused and looked at everyone, raising the cash up.

"Everything is on him!" The bartender announced. Everyone in the bar was silent and looked at one another before exploding with excitement. They cheered and returned to what they were doing but with more enthusiasm now that they didn't have to pay a dime. The bartender gave the cash to a waiter, who ran to the backroom to tell their boss the news.

"Well, what do you feel like having?" he asked Obito, hands rubbing against one another gleefully at their 'prized' customer of the night.

"Anything to forget…" Obito mumbled.

The bartender gave a nod and grabbed anything he thought was strong and poured it in a couple of shots in front of his customer.

Obito pulled up his mask a bit before gulping the first shot down. It burned his throat. He drank the next one right after, his stomach dropping with a sick feeling. His eyes stung as tears threatened to come out. He could already imagine how he looked like at the moment… He had fallen so low…

The bartender noticed Obito was leaving blood on the shot cups, but didn't say a thing about it. They could easily replace them later and it seemed Obito was too drunk to feel the pain in his hand. He just continued serving the masked man more until Obito just took the vodka bottle right from his hands.

Obito began drinking it down, pulling his head back as he did so. Ever since he started drinking, the tolerance his body had against alcohol was rapidly increasing. This was one of the times he cursed how his body wasn't like everyone else's…

His wounded hand clenched around the bottle, letting out a few violent coughs as he paused from drinking. His vision blurred up for a moment. He leaned forward, his shoulders letting out a shake, eyes shut hard. The numbness was starting to flow through his limbs, and confusion began to overwhelm him.

Why was he doing this? Why couldn't he stop…?

His lips quivered for a second while he tried to hold the tears from flowing down.

"Wow, he was drinking straight out of the bottle," a girl with orange hair said with awe as she stood behind brown curtains with a group of five girls. They all wore yukatas in different colors. They were all around seventeen and were curious after hearing the news. A Shinobi had randomly appeared and was paying for everyone's drinks.

"It's disgusting," the oldest said coldly as she took a small peek at Obito's back. "An idiot, just like the rest."

"He's going to be dead soon," another pointed out after noticing how much Obito was taking in.

"Poor guy, he looks like he's in pain…" the younger one said quietly. Her blue eyes showed sympathy to the man.

"Yeah, right," a girl with brown wavy long hair bluntly commented. She had a short pink yukata and her face was beautiful with a perfect bone structure. To her clear brown eyes, all men were pigs. Well, most of humanity was. It disgusted her how people would come into these places and drink to get rid of their problems.

"I wonder if he's a strong Shinobi."

"That's not of our business," a tall man with a suit simply said as he stepped to the group of girls, who avoided eye contact. "But it is our business to give him a great time of his life," he smirked as he waved the bills Obito had given to the bartender. He turned to the brown haired girl. "Yume, go over there and take him to our best room."

Yume frowned at this.

"And have him puke all over me before we even reach the stairs?" she grunted with annoyance. "No thank you."

The owner narrowed his eyes at her, giving her a warning glare.

"Do as I say."

The other girls tensed up, looking down while Yume clenched her teeth and gave the owner a cold stare. It was as if she didn't have any other choice but to obey. She really had the urge to grab any weapon she could find and kill him on the spot. But she never did. She never attacked the man in all the years she was with him…

"Of course, Master," she said with venom before she pulled the curtains to expose herself. She ignored all the looks people gave her when she walked past them. For many men, she was the most beautiful view they have ever laid eyes on. Her skin was fair, she was thin yet had a slight curve. Her age was a mystery for most, but she knew. She had just turned eighteen, even though she looked a few years younger.

The ones who occasionally come to the bar knew she was the most expensive hostess one could get. They could already guess who she was heading to so they just returned to their own drinks without a care.

For a moment, she observed Obito take another gulp straight from the bottle without exposing his whole face. He was a mystery, but that didn't matter to her. Without any fear for her life, for she was easily endangering herself by approaching a drunken shinobi, she gently grabbed his shoulders from the back, and tugged them a bit tightly as she leaned down to his left ear, ignoring the stench he had.

"Why don't we go someplace more… suitable?" she whispered quietly. He didn't register her words very well. Most of his senses were now gone…

She pushed him on a bed before slowly moving over to him. Obito felt his mind spin, but managed to keep a tight hold on his bottle of liquor. He pulled away from her, sitting up against the wall behind him, pulled up his mask and took a few more gulps. She watched him with disgust. How obsessed was he? Her eyes spotted a scar on the right side of his face, and even though she couldn't see the whole mess, she could imagine it was bigger than it seemed. She was a bit curious about it, but decided not to pull off his mask just yet. She had to give him what he wanted, what her master wanted. What all men wanted…

She sat on his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck.

"Let's just get this over with," she simply said. She pulled the bottle from him, placing it on the side table without noticing the blood.

Yume slipped a hand under his pants, stroking his length. Obito immediately tensed up, his lips slowly parted as he let out a shaky breath, leaning against the wall, but he did nothing more.

She eyed him. It was strange for her to see he didn't just jump on her and take her right that second. Most men would have screwed her without a second thought, but here he was, sitting there, as if he was fighting from his temptations. She couldn't see his eyes as the mask was halfway up. His lips pressed into a thin line and twisted to the side before clenching his teeth.

Maybe he didn't want this... The thought made her pull her hand away. She could just let him drink and sleep and call it a day. Her boss didn't have to know that she did nothing. He didn't even look interested in her as he was trying to pull away from her, even though the wall behind him stopped him from doing so.

Yume observed him, her body heat over him made his stomach warm. He relaxed, pulling her close to him now. He wanted her warmth, though she mistook it for lust.

She had to give herself to him. The risk of him ratting her out to her boss was high. She couldn't lie to the man. He always knew if people were honest by the look of their eyes.

Even though she hated her duty, she had to do it. She wrapped her arm once again around his neck, leaning closer to his face. A finger gently felt his lips; half of it was worn out by a scar over it.

"I hope this is the last kiss you ever get," she whispered coldly to the man, lips close to one another. She closed her eyes before she finally pressed her lips against his. His eyes widened at the touch and Rin came into his mind one last time before all the memories, everything that he wanted to avoid, came crushing down on him.

Yume felt her stomach drop as she felt something was wrong… His breathing hitched and lips quivered against hers. She pulled away with confusion. He just couldn't hold the tears anymore. Slowly, they came flowing down, burning his cold skin.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing… She stared at him, stared at the tears that just continued to trail down. Something inside of her twisted with anger.

What would he be crying about? A pathetic man like him had no idea what true pain was…

Her eyes turned cold and she grabbed his mask and without a second thought, she ripped it off. Her heart dropped for a second in shock. His whole right side of his face seemed to be crushed, horribly disfiguring him. He looked like he was around his early thirties even though he was actually older than that. There were other scars he had around; burn marks across his nose bridge, but what really got to her was his eyes… They had no life in them… The agonizing pain that he was going through evident in his tears…

These were eyes that held no hope… lost and beaten by the cruel reality of life. She had seen it so much when she was young, in so many souls, years ago…but for some reason, his held so much more agony…

Her own memories were crawling back to her, but they stopped when she saw the man reaching for the bottle. Before he had the chance to touch it, it was slapped away. Yume avoided eye contact as the glass bottle shattered on the ground.

The room fell silent. Obito stared down at the bottle with a wounded gaze. The spill of the alcohol reminded him of the pool of blood that Rin laid in… His throat clenched.

"No…" he stuttered sadly, grabbing his face as the tears continued to escape. The pain, the sick feeling in his chest burned him. "No… no… no." he leaned back against the wall as he silently cried.

Yume's eyes softened up from his voice. She pulled his right hand away from his face after seeing the blood, keeping it down.

"Rin…" his voice was shaking weakly. "I want to go back… and fix everything, but…" he shut his eyes hard, Yume listened. "But… I can't… I just… can't…" he cried sadly. He wanted to bring all the people he had killed back to life. He desperately wished he could fix everything he had done. He couldn't handle the guilt anymore. It was ripping him bit by bit. If only he had hope, if only he believed he could fix everything, but he didn't… He believed he deserved to suffer, and that pained him so much.

Yume said nothing. She listened to his words, to his pain. She had no intention of stopping him from letting all his emotions out. In her eyes, she could see he had held them in for too long. Quietly, she reached for his disfigured side, and gently caressed it, as if encouraging him to continue talking. He felt a bit too warm…

"It's… all… my fault…"

She leaned close to him, placing her forehead against his, to feel his head burning up with a fever. He was killing himself… for what she believed were actions he now regretted.

Obito thought about how he sent his teacher and wife to their deaths. How he annihilated his own clan and how the war he started cause thousands of lives to perish. He had caused everyone Hell...

"It's all my fault..." he continued to torture himself before he felt warm hands hold his face.

Yume had judged him. Even though she still thought he was like most men, he was a bit different… She could feel it; she could see it from his broken eyes. Most people would continue to watch him suffer, but she wasn't like most people… She hadn't let reality turn her cruel…cruel to those who were in real pain…

"We all make mistakes…" she whispered to him without pulling away. "Small or big… they are still mistakes…

Slowly, Obito opened his weak eyes and met her gaze, who held no hatred in them, but instead, they were soft and sympathetic.

"No one is perfect…"

Obito opened his mouth, but she placed a finger over his lips.

"What matters is if you actually learned something from these mistakes… and the actions you take afterwards…"

His gaze turned into a sad confusion.

"Don't let yourself or anyone else make them again…"

He slowly processed her words… Then he imagined his students… Miso… Mitsuki… and Chan… He thought about the way he treated them… The way he wanted them to see the world just like he did... The way he...

He closed his eyes while the sick sadness washed over him. "I'm… sorry…" he finally choked up. "I'm… so... sorry…" After so many years, he was finally able to say such words. He had believed people would simply stomp them to the ground. He had lied to himself, kept the guilt in the shadows, but now it was hard to ignore his feelings. His teeth clenched as the pain in his chest continued to burn.

Without a word, she pulled him into a warm embrace, her arms around his neck, bringing his head close to her chest. She felt him relaxing underneath her, but he still continued to let the tears out. She moved a hand over to the back of his head, and gently ran her fingers through his hair.

Obito listened to her heartbeat. He could barely remember the last time someone held him… It felt nice, caring, and warm… making the pain in his soul diminish a little. His body began to give out. His eyes were heavy and beaten.

The lives he had taken were gone and all he could do was ask for forgiveness… Though he still… resented life… He wanted to go back in time and erase all his mistakes, but what he wanted most of all was… to be once again…Obito Uchiha…

Authors AfterNote:

Obito hasn't changed his mind about life. He still resents it, just so people aren't like, (obito is happy now o.o). He just feels guilty for everything. He didn't want to admit it and thus why he avoided feeling emotions and remembering the past. Obito is a good person. He genuinely believed the eye moon plan was 'good' but sadly it wasn't. So his guilt is eating him up : O. Guild is sooo bad... I know cause well I guess everyone knows how guilt can be in your soul o. tortures you so much. Well i guess the ones who actually regret doing their horrible actions.

I want to make Obito look younger. I'm just going to say that Obito doesn't really age as fast as everyone else : O. I guess i will use the excuse of the senju blood being mixed with the uchiha makes him younger, idk... so just saying this before others say how is he looking so young when he's like around his50's.

What Yume said to Obito was... i'm bad at explaining this... there is a saying that says making mistakes is a part of life, one learns from it. I guess Good people learn from those mistakes and try to avoid from repeating it again while the 'bad' people just continue enjoying themselves from their actions. I think that's the best way I could explain it... x.x. Well I don't want to say more than this cause then I will be spoiling... things will clear up more later :3

Where are the kids? that will be answered in the next chapter o.o. Oh boy... more serious turns in the next chapter... (gulps). Not sure when I will be updating the next one too... hm... my editor is going to be leaving this weekend to meet some friends so ... yeah o.o. I will for sure work on the chap in the meantime :3

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