I admit that I've been putting this one off a bit, mainly because of writers block. But as I sat in the shower today after work I was hit by inspiration. And I know the wait for this has been far to long so I apologize for that but with my new job and the fact that I'm now in the process of setting up a wedding between myself and my future wife, I've had very little time to do much writing. I haven't forgotten yall though so bare with me. Enjoy.
Obito opened his eyes and was instantly met with the sight of the dimly lit ceiling of a large cavern, forcing himself to sit up he looked around while ignoring the pain. "What the hell?" He said to himself quietly.
"You really are worthless." Every muscle in his body tensed as he heard the familiar voice behind him. "A disgrace to the Uchiha, unable to kill a single rusty and out of shape shinobi with a second hand eye. No wonder you couldn't protect that girl." Obito grit his teeth as he turned to look at the man who'd once saved his life, before he even laid eyes on him however he felt a fist slam into the side of his head sending him tumbling across the ground. "Trash like you is unworthy of even looking upon a true Uchiha."
Obito growled as he spat out some blood. "Madara you bas-" This time a foot struck him him in the side causing a loud cracking sound and making him cough out more blood.
"It was clearly a mistake to have chosen you, not only did you fail in the mission I gave you, you can't complete your own. Killing you now would be doing this worthless world a favor." Madara spat.
Obito once again attempted to look to the man hurling this abuse at him, instead he found a giant wall of flames heading for him. Obito instantly made to raise his hands to form seals only to find only one arm present. A moment later he was engulfed in the inferno, screams of agony filled the cavern. After several seconds a thoroughly scorched Obito burst out of the inferno and landed roughly. "This worthless world has proven to be a step up from home." Obito hissed as he fought to regain his breath.
"IDIOT!" Madara's voice shook the cavern before a foot smashed his head into the stone floor. "You would simply throw away everything you knew, you would cast aside everything you cared for!?" He demanded, after several moment the pressure on the back of his head lessened but still held him in place. "You'd forget about your precious Rin and what was done to her?" Those words were all it took to stop Obito's struggling. "Or maybe you've simply replaced her with that red haired girl, Pyrrha correct?"
"No." His voice was soft and muffled.
"What was that?" Madara asked.
Then with a surprising explosion of strength Obito forced himself up. "I SAID NO!" He screamed, then on instinct he made a wooden stake sprout from his palm and thrust it towards Madara. He felt it pierce flesh and warm liquid splash onto his face.
For the first time since this all began he was able to lay eyes on his attacker, it wasn't Madara Uchiha. "What's the matter? You look surprised." Their voice changed completely. Standing before him with a stake through his heart was a mirror image of himself, he was twelve years old and wore the same clothes that he'd worn during the war. "Is it so shocking... to hear the truth... from your own mouth?" He asked as blood began leaking from his mouth.
"You're wrong." Obito growled as he forced the stake deeper.
"Am I..." More blood came up as he chuckled. "Who are you... speaking to."
An instant later Obito's eye shot open and he found himself strap down to a hospital bed, the room was dark and the only noise came from the heart beat monitor beeping in the corner. It took several seconds for him to realize what was happening and several more seconds to calm himself. It had been a dream, a nightmare. One of the most vivid he'd ever known, but still just that. Even still, his words wouldn't stop echoing in his skull.
Activating Kamui he got out of the bed completely ignoring the restraints, his injuries from his fight with Kakashi were almost entirely healed at this point. It had likely been several days, the cells from the first hokage did good work. If he was here then it was pretty safe to assume Kakashi was also here. Walking to the door he found a pair of guards standing at either side of his door. In a flash Obito struck one in the back of the neck knocking him out, then before the other could even attempt to shout he made eye contact.
A few seconds later the man collapsed and Obito turned his gaze to the door at the end of the hallway. These people were fools to place him so close and unguarded. He quickly walked to the room and through the door.
Kakashi laid unconscious in the bed with more than a dozen wires and tubes stuck in him. Lifting his arm Obito produced a wooden shard several inches long with a very fine point. He slowly placed the tip to Kakashi's chest, right where his heart was. He held it there for several minutes, a small trickle of blood could be seen coming from the point of contact. All it would take was to apply a small amount of force and the wood would pierce his flesh effortlessly, so why couldn't he do it?
"It won't solve anything." Obito turned on his heel and pointed his improvised weapon at the speaker. He knew who he was, Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon academy. When Pyrrha had decided to go to Beacon he'd decided to do a bit of research, the man was very famous as both an educator as well as a powerful huntsmen.
"What?" Obito asked, it had been the first thing to come to mind.
"Killing Kakashi won't solve anything, it won't dull the pain. Your hatred, your pain, that emptiness you feel inside of you every waking moment. None of it will leave once he's dead. I won't bring back whatever was taken from you." The older man spoke in a very calm and serious tone. There was no pity or warmth, this was simply a man speaking cold hard truths. "I don't know what you've lost, why you hate this boy enough to make it your life's mission to end him, but what I do know is the pain you're feeling. The rage that builds up inside you every time you look at him, as well as the shame and nausea when you look in the mirror."
"YOU KNOW NOTHING!" Obito roared as he squeezed the wooden shard in his hand hard enough for the edges to cut into his hand, blood now dripping to the floor. "Why do you people insisted on butting in on things that aren't any of your business?! This has nothing to do with you! This is between me and him!" He yelled pointing back to Kakashi's unconscious form.
"I know a lot more than you think boy, I've walked this world for a very long time. I've loved, I've hated, I've held new life and I've ended many time more than that. I know what it's like to lose everything, for that one light you have to be taken away. I know the temptation of holding a blade to those who hurt you, and I know the gut wrenching emptiness that comes after dragging it across their throat." Ozpin responded with the same coldness as before. "I've been briefed on your abilities, if you choose to kill Kakashi then I know I won't be able to stop you. With your ability to pass through anything you choose it would prove to incredibly difficult to restrain you if not completely impossible. Fighting you would be pointless and likely only lead to more casualties, so all I can do is speak and hope you listen."
Obito returned the tip of the wooden shard to Kakashi's chest. "Well I done with listening." Obito glared down at the teen.
Ozpin was silent for several seconds. "Very well, do as you will." He stepped out of the open door and moved to close it. "Though I do ask that you think very deeply about the consequences of your actions, not just for you but for Ms. Nikos. Goodnight Mr. Uchiha." Those were the mans last words before exiting the room and leaving the two boys alone.
Obito didn't move for several minutes as his mind raced in a million different directions at once. Every time Rin's face came to mind he felt his fire ignite and he was able to place pressure on the wooden shard, then Pyrrha's face came to him. That fire was instantly smothered and he lost all strength. "Aaaaaaaaah!" He began screaming as he fought against the cognitive dissonance, the wood in his hand began cracking under his grip. "DAMMIT!" He shouted at the very top of him lungs before turning and slamming his fist into the nearest wall with more than enough force to blast a hole through it. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He let out one last howl of pure anguish before dropping to his knees and allowing the blood soaked and crush wood shard fall to the ground next to him.
A moment later he was gone from the hospital and on the cold stone floor of his kamui dimension. Sobs wracked his body as he cried, his fist slamming over and over into the ground below creating spiderweb cracks.
He had no idea how long he spent on the ground like that, likely hours if he were to guess. Once he finally began tiring out and regained some semblance of sense he began crawling over to the small cot he kept in the pocket dimension. As he reached it he glance over at the nearby dresser and looked at the small picture frame, in was a picture of him and Pyrrha. She held a trophy with an embarrassed but wide smile on her face, he stood next to her smiling as well. Naomi had taken it right after she won her seconds tournament.
Obito grabbed it and pulled it to him, he held it tightly until he passed out on the cot.
Several Days Later
Kakashi's eyes cracked open as a groan escaped his lips, he took a quick glance around. "A hospital." He muttered, as sigh then escaped his lips. He was alive, that meant Obito was dead or to injured to have finished him off. Closing his eyes once more he ignored the feeling of tears rolling down his face.
It hurt, the knowledge that he may have killed his old friend, the one he promised to bring back to the light. He thought it would be easier, easier than Rin. It wasn't, it still cut deeper than any kunai could hope to. "Dammit." He cursed quietly to himself.
After several minutes he reopened his eyes and looked around the room once again until his found what he was looking for, his scroll sitting on table next to his bed along with a vase of roses and a stuffed puppy dog. He smiled a bit at that, Ruby probably brought the flowers and Yang the dog. Reaching over to the scroll he quickly opened it and typed up a quick text to Yang, it read simply 'Good Morning'. His finger hovered over the send button, he knew the moment he sent it his life would erupt into chaos for at least the rest of the day.
Taking a deep breath he pressed it and set the scroll back on the table, less than three minutes later he felt the building shake slightly. Another small smile began forming on his face.
Again I'm sorry for how long this took to come out, but as stated above I've been busy. Also I have a weird question, would anyone here be interested in writing a 'Reading' story base of of this story. I've seen and read a few but no one has ever expressed interest in one of mine like that, if you are PM me. Leave me a review and tell me what you all think. Until next time.