The vivid, indigo canvas has now amassed a myriad of coloured stars to its collection, and though Rin is eager to sit amongst such brilliance, there is a hoard of people spilling from every nearby inn.
She wants to be with Tobi - alone, anywhere but here in an area where their personal space is shrinking in size.
"I don't want to be here," Rin says.
"We can leave, where do you want to go?" Tobi asks.
"I don't know. Take us away from here and make us disappear to where it is just us."
He watches her with a peculiar expression, as if deciding whether his impending actions would classify as appropriate.
"Come here," he says gently, "I'll show you my world."
She does not understand his comment but there is a strong component of unspoken trust radiating between them.
When she reaches for him, her world blurs and distorts. The familiar yet strange sensation of detachment seeps through and disappears in a microsecond.
"Goodness gracious where are we?" she asks confoundedly.
Her gaze transfixes on the endless rows of ambiguous rectangular blocks. They reflect a singular grey colour that are all identical in shades, each mass indistinguishable from its neighbours.
Beyond the shapes are shadows that are reminiscent of an empty space - solid and shrouded in the darkness.
The surrounding atmosphere is neither warm nor cold, but a heavy malicious energy lingers with paralysing familiarity.
When she turns to Tobi, she feels the connection of such malevolency sitting in this world as it does when she sees the darker side of this person.
"It's my dimension," Tobi answers softly.
"Your dimension?" she says in astonishment.
"It is a space-time dimension. This place does not exist but you can feel your existence here if that makes any sense?" he explains.
"No, you're not making any sense but," she stares in puzzlement, "this place is unbelievable."
Unbelievably lonely.
This unusual realm, innocuous as it may appear, is teeming with spiteful emotions, as if the dimension is capable of exhibiting real human feelings.
The quietude closes the time and space gap and their minds are suspended in stillness for quite some time.
"You're so lost aren't you?" Rin says eventually.
Her voice is oddly fearful, yet there is an element of forlorn that envelopes her tone.
Tobi does not answer, but his face displays a bitter procession of emotions she finds heartbreaking.
"What is your name?" She continues gently.
For a fleeting moment, he stares at her with stagnant wariness.
"I don't understand," he whispers.
"You hide from the world in so many different aspects, do you expect yourself to keep something as personal as your name for everyone to see?"
He flinches uncomfortably. Perhaps the truth hurts and he is suddenly confronted by its meaning?
"Why do you want to know?"
There is cynicism building behind his dark gaze.
"Why wouldn't I?"
He says nothing.
And when she approaches him, he automatically steps to her, as if his body anticipates an embrace but his mind is stopping him at the last second.
"Do you want to know my name?" She says mildly.
He almost laughs at her comment.
"I'm Rin Nohara," she continues.
For a brief second, he is slightly startled, but then reposes when she takes his hand.
"Obito Uchiha," he answers softly.
"Uchiha?"
She looks to him in bemusement.
"I thought there were only two survivors-"
She cuts herself abruptly. There is a deep frown that inundates her features.
But the look on Tobi's face indicates a steady rise in discomfort, so she dismisses the curiosity.
"Never mind," she says quickly, "How big is this place?"
"The size of the earth I believe."
"Like a parallel dimension right?"
"I suppose so."
"Do you think it links up with every part of the earth?"
"Yes, I think that's kind of how the teleportation works, but I could be wrong."
There is a momentary pause. Again she senses reluctance from him, as if there is something he is not telling her. Perhaps he does not trust her with the knowledge of his abilities?
"Do you visit here often?"
"Too often."
His words come out quick and tense.
He stares at the ground. The scowl that is now evident across his features have darken disdainfully.
"I'm sorry," she says quietly.
And she feels it, the sudden change in the atmosphere that so clearly reflects the humiliation and disparagement that emanates from him.
This place is almost a manifestation of his soul.
When she takes his hand, he suddenly tightens his grip. So she stands close and allows the unspoken reassurance to resound in the small space between them.
Tobi may have his own set of bitter pain, but she resonates with those feelings in a different context. That does not detract the importance of his pain, nor hers, rather, their pain is uniquely theirs.
In this despairing world, she sees nothing but a lonely, dejected road. The seventeen years of unloving slavery has given her the realisation of injustice and the sufferings that accompanies it.
But it has always been him - a light at the end of a dark universe that is capable of permeating her with insurmountable warmth. He is the blood that runs through her veins and fuels her existence. Every beat of his heart is a suffusion of hope and security.
Not for the first time, his propinquity is a source of survival for her, as if she is so dependent on his existence, her entirety will inexorably shatter if he were to disappear from the earth's atmosphere.
Perhaps she is yet to comprehend the meaning of these feelings, but she will not deny the fact that she has fallen in love with him.
When she turns to him, his expression is cold and vacant. It is a clear resemblance of the aggrieved emotions that are heavily inundated in this empty world.
"It's my dimension."
His words ring loud and clear. Her mind forges that irrefutable connection between this physical world and his inner world of turmoil.
When he continues to remain silent, she pulls him into a loving embrace. She holds onto him because she knows and can physically feel the loneliness and the years of virulent anguish.
"For now, in your dimension, just you and me, okay?" she says tenderly.
"Yes," he answers brokenly.
So they are holding each other for a long time. The indefinite progression of their actuality comes to a standstill, lost in a parallel dimension that does not exist.
Their embrace only breaks to fulfil their lonely hearts by confining themselves to a world of passionate intimacy, a world of need for each other's presence, and a world where one another's existence is tangible.
And she is stripping him of his shirt and savouring the radiating heat of his skin.
At her touch, he impatiently lifts and pins her against the cold wall of a rectangular block. Then, he is readjusting their positions so that her middle is pressing against his arousal.
Roughly, avidly, he gathers her dress so it hitches on either side of her waist. The cool air sweeps against her bare skin when he moves to take her undergarment off.
Without thinking and without hesitation, her legs entwine around his. Then, she feels his approaching warmth and the way it fills her vacant heart with so much hope and love.
His momentum is unchanging, and replete with tender, delicate, sweet movements that keeps her mind lingering in ecstasy.
Her legs, thoroughly chafed from the rough materials of his pants, endeavours to cling on with every ounce of energy.
Then he pries her from the wall and drops them both to the ground. His back leans heavily against the structured mass as she sits astride him.
Demurely, she leans in to kiss him. The sweet taste and that damn enticing scent is what renews the insatiable lust.
When they break, she boldly leans in and brushes the heat of his middle. The satisfactory yet stifled groan he gives is enough to reinforce her audacious actions.
"Show me how you like it," she whispers.
And slowly, he takes her hand and gently guides her fingers up and down the length. He asserts a level of pressure in certain areas until she has mentally mapped out his needs.
Valiantly she takes over. The enjoyment of hearing his enticing groan is like an elixir of desire that etches deep. But it is never enough for her. She wants him to surrender all that he has, his needs, wants and vulnerabilities.
When his arm encircles her, he gently nudges her waist and coaxes her forwards.
"Come, ride me," he says softly.
So in one forward movement, she brings her body in an upward motion and lifts herself so that the tip of his warmth is lingering just inside her.
Then she is sliding against him, and hearing his tantalising sounds of pleasure as she takes him again, over and over.
And it is in the last few moments that her body fully responds. She holds onto him and fuels their desires with flagrant vigour as she moves back and forth with compelling need.
This time, they are perfectly in sync, from their movements to the sweet sounds of their sighs followed by the quintessential sensation of their exhilarating release.
Exhausted, they collapse against each other in respite.
Tobi's breathing is unsteady, heavy and fatigued.
"I love you," he whispers drowsily.
Perhaps she is equally lethargic, but she is unsure whether he said something.
For the time being, their existence is only palpable to each other, and that in itself is more than anything she could ever ask.