Menma waited for his answer but, Tobi only remained pondering.

"Are you trying to come up with a good lie to tell me?" The boy asked while crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't have to explain anything to you."

"It's only a smiple question. Do you know my grandfather?"

"Yes."

"From where?" The boy found it strange. His grandfather was very rigid. He couldn't picture him having anything to do with a guy like Tobi.

"I met him when we were in school together."

"What!? Don't be such a lame liar. My grandfather is 71 years old."

Tobi just realized that he had said too much.

"I meant to say that when I..."

"It's fine. I get it. You don't want to tell me. I only hope that he doesn't find out." He said while he buried his face on the pillow and ended up falling asleep.

The black haired adult stared at him with worried eyes. Shit! I totally screwed up big time! I'll have to be more careful with the things I say. He's a smart little guy and it was obvious that he's starting to suspect that something weird is going on.

He laid beside the teenager. He had agreed on doing 'this' for several reasons. One of them being that he liked the kid. Not to mention the benefits he would be getting and well, getting revenge on Madara Uchiha. Even if he would have much rather preferred on getting revenge on Madara, himself directly. But oh well, right?

He lightly stroked the boy's face after making sure he was deep asleep. He couldn't allow himself to have any affectionate gestures towards him. That could confuse the young boy. He was in a rather delicate psychological situation and he didn't want him to end up developing any type of Stockholm Syndrome. He had gone through something similar and was conscious about the possibilities of it happening.

Menma was woken up by a pair of hands. It was already midnight and it started raining.

"Hmmmmm..."

"I already let you rest more than enough." The older man said while positioning himself between the teenage boy's legs. When Menma opened his mouth to protest. He shut him up with a deep kiss. The boy felt the man's spit soaked cock rub his backside and then challenge the tight ring of muscle guarding his ass. Menma squeezed his eyes shut and started panting. He locked onto him with his arms and legs. Tobi didn't waste any time in waiting and quickly shoved the rest of the way into him. He gave him a few seconds to adjust and then started moving.

"Ahh aahh mmn." He started moaning for a whole new set of reasons.

His body began convulsing underneath his teacher. It felt incredible. Why deny it now? The sensations made him feel like a phoenix caught in a spiraling cycle of death and rebirth, trapped inside a blast furnace of orgiastic flames.

The professor fucked him in all kinds of different positions throughout the entire night. He was insatiable. Menma doesn't know exactly, how many more times they fucked. Somewhere deep within the ecstasy his soul caught on fire and burned him into oblivion. When he regained consciousness it was already around 11 AM!

"Oh shit! I didn't go to school."

Tobi entered the room with the Karate uniform on. The one he used for his classes.

"Are you going to school?" Menma asked.

"I just came from there. I had classes for the first two periods and don't worry. I gave a doctor's note to the principal.

"But when they call my house they'll..."

"I told her that I already called them. I figured you wouldn't be able to sit for a couple of hours." He said this last part with a grin on his face.

The boy scowled but felt how his entire body began hurting. He especially felt a pain around his lower back.

"Come." He said before he turned him on his stomach and applied a cream on him. A similar one to the one he gave him the time when he popped his cherry. It was embarrassing but, he felt so relieved.

"All done. I'm going to be out for a bit. Are you hungry?" He asked him.

He merely nodded with his head and saw him leave. When he heard how he shut the front door. He quickly got up and started searching everywhere. He wanted to find where the camera that he used to record him was. He wanted to erase that damn video. He didn't find anything.

The only thing he found was an old photograph. Too ancient. It was in black and white. There were two men in it that appeared to be in their early 20s. They were in front of a building. A sort of Ramen Shop.

They were sporting old school uniforms. They were the same as his, only an old version. It was obvious that they were twins. Both were handsome.

They had long spiky, black hair. One of them had short, unkempt, dark-coloured hair, a relatively broad nose and well-defined eyelashes The other one had short, brown hair that reached to his shoulders and visible creases below his eyes. This last one bore a striking resemblance to his Dad, Sasuke Uchiha. But they're probably not even related. Right?

He couldn't tell what color their eyes were because of how worn out and old the photo was. But what he could tell was the impressive resemblance they also shared with his professor. It was obvious that they were his family, maybe one of them was Tobi's grandfather. He found a painted portrait of a man. It also looked old and it was obviously of one of the twins.

He felt someone coming in and barely had time to hide the photograph but, the painted portrait was left in his hand.

"Care to tell me what you were doing going through my things? You're not going to find the video here."

The blue eyed boy stayed quiet. He didn't know how to answer him. It was Tobi who broke the silence.

"I guess I can't really blame you for trying to look for it." He said while at the same time he threw a bag with a cheeseburger and a soda at him.

"Did you paint this?" He asked showing him the painted portrait.

"Yes."

"It's pretty good. Who was he?"

"My Uncle Fugaku. He took care of me when my parents died." He answered bitterly and snatched the picture from him. He stared at it with a look in his eyes that Menma couldn't decipher.

"How old were you?"

"13."

"And what happened to him?"

"He also died, but when I was 16. After that I left to Italy to live with my Granny."

Something didn't quite fit in here. But he didn't know what it was.

"Did your parents have you when they were old?"

"No, my mom gave birth to me when she was 18 and my dad was 20."

"What were their na..."

"I think you should get going." He interrupted rudely.

"Hey. How did you get my number?"

"Hmm?"

"Yes, you called me on my cellphone. Now that I think about it, they don't have my cellphone number filed on school. They only have my house phone number. Who gave it to you?"

"One of your friends."

"Who?"

"Who cares? Get the hell out now, kid!"

He screamed very pissed off. Something that made Menma jump in fright. He turned his back towards him and left. There were puddles of water everywhere. It must've been quite a rainstorm but, he hadn't even noticed. He was left in such a deep slumber.

When he got to his house. The gatekeeper was distracted like usual.

"Might Guy! Open up!" The boy ordered. "And don't tell my dad that I got here early."

The man just grinned and gave him a thumbs up. The best thing to do was to obey him. He had already fired more than one gatekeeper in one of his many tantrums.

He entered carefully and it looked like no one was home. That was weird. The servants are probably in the kitchen or in the garden. His dad must be in one of his business meetings. Naruko and Junior are probably at school. And Naruto is probably at a Ramen Shop somewhere like always. Oh well, at least he was happy in that fantasy world he lived in. He walked upstairs to his room, but when he passed by the library that was in the second floor. He noticed that it was open, something that never happened. And a voice suddenly called him.

"Kid!" His Grandfather exclaimed from inside. He was sitting on one of the chairs and going over an old photo album.

"Shouldn't you be studying?" The old man asked as he gave his bottle of whisky a sip.

"It's just that... today we got out earlier." He lied. "I'm going to go take a shower and..."

"You were with a girl, weren't you?"

"Yes." He lied again. "I'm going now."

"No, come talk with your Granddad for a while."

The teenage boy walked closer to him and took a seat next to him. It was the best he could do. Since he was feeling a bit uncomfortable because of what happened last night.

The black haired man started showing him all kinds of photos.

"Look at how beautiful your grandmother was."

Yes, he wasn't lying. Even in white and black he could see it.

"Every one wanted her and I ended up getting her. I don't meant to brag or anything but, I was quite the looker myself."

Menma stared at him and tried to hold back a giggle. "Yeah, sure, whatever."

"What's that supposed to mean? I wasn't always old, kid." The old man said and showed him a photo of him. "You see?"

Nope. He really wasn't exaggerating. His grandfather was really hot when he was young.

"Ha! I still remember the good old days. Not like nowadays with all this freedom. Back in my days, the fags didn't dare acted so shameless. But everything got fucked up because of human rights. What the hell is wrong with todays generation? What's up with men marrying men? It's an abomination! That's what it is. And you can't even give them the beating that they deserve."

Menma gulped.

"Well... We are in 2016. People don't judge like before and..."

"No. It's still wrong and it always will be. There are now some guys with hair longer than women. Some also wear eyeliner and nail polish. And all that other faggety crap!" The old man said positively fuming.

Tobi came to mind with that nail polish wearing comment.

"Look, this is what we used to look like in my time."

He told him while showing him a photo almost ripped into pieces due to how worn out it was. It was a photograph of boys with short hair styled in lots of gel. With 1950s clothes. Something caught his attention. In the righthand corner of the photo. Where his grandfather was with his friends, it was the same Ramen shop from the old photograph with the brothers. The photograph he saw in the teacher's house. The one that the teacher had did seem older though.

"Did you visit this place a lot?'

"Yes, it was great. They didn't let fags in."

"And do they still have that same policy today?"

"Actually, they demolished it back in 1966. A real shame."

"What!?" He exclaimed.

Author's Notes: I don't really know how exactly Fugaku and Obito are related. I don't think they've ever explained it on the anime. So please, bear with me and just pretend that Fugaku is Obito's uncle.