October 10th, XXXX.
"Obito," you said quietly, wheezing. It wasn't too late. He still hadn't taken control of the Kyuubi yet.
"How do you know that name?" he snarled, immediately placing a blade to your neck. Not an unexpected outcome, but you didn't care. There was still hope for the village after all.
"Obito," you gasped, "remember Rin. Surely she wouldn't want—"
The gurgling of blood was the only sound left as Obito pulled out the kunai and you fell to the floor, dead.
In the end, you hadn't managed to change anything whatsoever and accomplished absolutely nothing at all.