Obito was lost. Hell, lost didn't really begin to cover how fucked he was mentally, how twisted he was. Obito hated himself. He hated the way his scars were on his skin, hated the false pretenses he would use to manipulate others, and he loathed the way he couldn't smile like he used to be able to. Oh, he tried. He forced it. But it seemed the Uchiha's brooding genes had permanently affected him and it was hard remembering if there were even things to smile about.

That blasted clan full of arrogance and hatred. Sometimes he felt like that was the only good thing he had done in his defection, wiping them out. Eliminating them and wiping them out permanently in their entirety (he was sure Itachi and Sasuke would simply kill each other off) but then a flash of a redhead who was always so damn bright and despicably cheerful would come into his head and he wouldn't feel so good anymore. Would bang his head over and over trying to force the image, the memory, out of his mind. Red hair brought up blond, blond led to brown hair, brown led to silver- Kakashi. Stop it.

His head banged into the cave wall again, harder. Distantly, he acknowledged that he could feel a warm liquid run down the length of his face and knew by the taste of iron that it was his own blood as it hit his lips, touching his tongue. He straightened and stared at the wall instead, letting the blood continue to flow steadily down his face leaving trails of red down his face into his eyes. Maybe he would bleed out, more and more. And then he would be gone, gone like Minato, Kushina, Rin. Rin. STOP IT. But it was too late. She filled his head again, laughter ringing in his ears.

A warmth beside him that he just knew wasn't there but he still always looked. He fell for it. Every. Single. Damn. Time. And he could see her by his side. She was shorter than him, he had to look down at her, but she had grown. Brown eyes still oh so warm and full of love. Hands idly brushed a strand of hair out of her face and her hair- it was longer, just below her shoulders. She looked up at him through her lashes, her face lacking the childish fat that it used to. Her cheekbones were sharp and her lips were pink and thinned as if she had something to say, but she wouldn't. Like she always did. She looked too real, always too real. Her lips opened. "Obito.", his name left her lips in a sigh. Her voice was even a bit different. But it was still Rin. His Rin. His Rin that was gone. That wasn't really here. But Obito couldn't have torn his eyes away even if he tried. He drank her in, the longer limbs, the elegant hands riddled with scars, the details of more larger ones left on her forearms, everything, he analyzed everything.

"Obito." Her hand lifted and she caressed his face. She felt real too. Was she real? Was Rin alive? Where had she been all this time? Why had she left him? She was touching him. Him. Where his scars were. The scars that were so ugly.

"Oh, Obito.", she said as if in admonishment, as if she knew what he was thinking. He told himself to shake her off, that she wasn't here, but all he could do was drown in her eyes. Like he always did. He never could help it. He would never stop aching for her. His precious person. The one who hadn't cared that he came from the famed Uchiha clan, cared to always check on him when he failed, and lift him up each time that he was at his lowest. But she never loved him though. Not the way he loved her. Not the way he had allowed it to consume him. Instead, she wanted Kakashi. Stop. He closed his eyes, trying to get his bearings. To gain some sort of sanity back.

"Obito." The tone in her voice had changed. Before it had been filled with warmth, now it spoke of 'Danger, Danger, Danger.' His skin crawled and his eyes screwed up tighter.

"Don't look Obito, please don't look." Rin was pleading with him now, sounding desperate. And he could never ignore Rin. Not truly. Though he knew that he should listen to her, that tone just didn't sound right to him. He had just got her back. What if she was hurt? What if she was leaving him again? NO.

So he did open his eyes. Because he never learned. His eyes were widened, horror-struck, and sharingan blazing, always memorizing. A hand was coming out of her chest. A hand he knew all too well that was dripping with Rin's blood. His mouth opened as if to shout, to sob, to scream, to do something, but all that left him was a shuddered gasp. He looked on, terrified into Rin's face, and saw her jaw clenched in pain as if trying not to scream. The veins in her neck bulged, as if trying to keep it at bay, to leave it dying in her throat. Those pink lips were dribbling with blood and he could only watch. But her eyes, those eyes always bore into him, saw straight through him.

"Obito, I told you not to look. Why didn't you listen?" She was angry now. He couldn't grasp how she managed to sound so mad at him when there was a whole in her chest but she managed it perfectly. Her face wasn't so kind anymore, but instead had grown pinched and withdrawn, but not as if she was in anymore of that terrible pain. It was as if he had failed a test. As if she was disappointed in him. But he couldn't grasp why. What had he failed? Where had Obito gone wrong?

"What are you doing, Obito?" The words were whispered; her voice felt close to his ears, questioning him, but her mouth didn't move. He saw it. Couldn't help but see it.

I don't know. I don't know. What am I doing? What in the hell am I doing? What's happening? Why?Why?Why? Tremors went through his body, shaking as he took her form in.

Just as he moved towards her, to hug her, because words had once again failed him- she disappeared. Gone, like she was never there. His hands trembled, before he forced them into fists. Gone, gone, gone.

And just like that, what had transpired was gone again from his mind.

Obito tilted his head, trying to figure out what he had been thinking about. His mind struggled to come up with anything, because he must've been doing something but it merely remained blank. Red blanketed his vision and he paused, confused. Obito began to try to blink whatever it was out of his eye. His hand felt his face before coming back out into his view, spying blood along his fingers. Huh. Odd.

"I wonder what that's from."