I do not own Naruto or any other references that someone might see in this fic. What IS mine will probably been seen as someone else's anyway, and I'm not exactly hurt by that.

"Word" = People talking

...Word... = Quotes and past words

'Word' = Key, significant or unknown words

'Word' = People thinking

"Word" = Demon, beasts, monsters and the overpowered talking

WORD = Dramatic or epic occurrences and sounds

WORD = violent or disturbing occurrence and sounds

"Word" = Spiral the plant man.

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Chapter 6.

"Huh?" Obito coughed, blinking his one eye repeatedly as it darted around searching, wondering what had happened. He didn't try to move or speak only looking around, finding the world side on with his face in the dirt. For lack of better terms everything and anything that could be connected to Obito was blank and still as if a new begin had started with literally nothing. He could tell he was on the ground and could feel it, but the feeling was numb and without sensation. All he did was blink in confusion as to what had happened staring at the dark, brown rock wall. He slowly twitched and shook his body trying to get it to move and get up to find out where he was.

It was a slow and rugged process just doing that, in which he couldn't even tell if he was doing it or not. ' What...what..?' He thought pushing of the ground still with only one arm as well, not at all thinking it was weird or out of the normal. What added to this is that he did it very easily and without effort. Though he didn't really care as right now nothing was real or functioning as he felt exhausted yet stronger, as if awaking from a long and comforting sleep. Complete unknown and disorientation was the best thing to describe Obito's thinking right now.

He's thoughts stopped altogether as he stared at the ground, then the wall, then the ceiling, looking around to trying have some clear thought or indication as to what had happened or what to do.

"You're up. I didn't think you lived for a while there." Said a voice known to Obito, but at this time he had forgotten it and whether it were important. Obito looked around for the source to see the one and only, old Madara Uchiha, standing on his scythe cane and looking down on Obito who didn't respond. "Obito, what do you remember?" The man continued as Obito just looked away in confusion not caring or even knowing if he should care.

'I'm...this...?' He stared at the ground still unsure as to WHAT should happen and what had happen.

'Has he lost his memory?' Madara questioned to himself squinting at the empty boy. It had been quite some time since the healing had been completed but Obito had completely lost and broke to the process. So evident it was when the boy had finished, awake, fine and eye wide open. But completely lost, dead and empty on the inside. Like a dead fish he just stared blankly at what was in front of him, not knowing what it was. 'His mind was dead not even a 10th of the way in the treatment. Has he lost his mind completely? If so, this could be the best result for me.' The old man internally thought satisfied. He now had a pawn that he could mould perfectly to whatever he wanted. As if the boy before him had be born anew and did not know anything of everything. His new pawn had survived and become so much stronger and now had no strings attached, no past and no family.

"You're..." Obito said and looked at Madara's feet, slowly looking up, working his way up to the old man's face. Obito stared and watched with a daze and curious face, is scarred face showed more emotion than any other person due to its deformation making it easy for anyone to understand. He recognised this man but had no idea as to how or why.

Madara saw so and made a quick thought as to test if the boy could regain his memories back and if he could now without a doubt become Madara's tool and succession. "Do you remember your name?" He started as Obito just stared like a confused child who had awoken in a familiar yet forgotten place. His eye was half open as he didn't make any reaction and emotion to the question, remaining as blank as he started.

Obito didn't put any words together just trailing off with his speech. 'Does he not remember how to speak?' Madara questioned again as he felt like Obito really was just a child with no greater communication skills and understandings. 'At least he's motor skills and movements still work.' He noted thankful for at least that.

"You're..." Madara spoke looking straight at Obito's eye unsure of whether he understood or not, but continued slowly. "...name...is... Madara!" He finished significantly trying to gauge what would happen and whether his plan was going to work.

Obito didn't react staring still and completely blank and under a spell of emptiness and nothingness.

Obito looked back at the ground. "Name." Obito muttered softly and quietly in no understanding or consent of understanding. "Name. Madara." He continued his mind running so slowly that he didn't even know the words he was speaking. He no idea what the word meant or if it were important. Nothing was important or correct or wrong in his eye's as his mind didn't know what to believe or go on believing. Everything was blank.

'Tubula rasa. A blank slate. This is perfect.' Madara thought grinning ever so slightly.

'Madara.' Obito's face twitched in confusion as he brought his hand to his head, covering his eye and feeling something coming. It was slow and gradual but surged not in pain but shock. "Obito." He spoke softly heard by Madara, before an image appeared in his mind. He could hardly tell if it were real or not, as his focus turn so much to the inside of himself that whatever he had been looking at before disappeared. Along with it the numb, nothingness feeling of the ground and the sound of the unknown man's words faded.

All was a deep, shaded green-blue, with swirls and waves of the colors moving by themselves as faint gold stars lit in millions. It was as if Obito were standing the night sky illuminated by Aurora Northern lights, and yet there were no northern lights shining. There was no clear ground below, or sky above or end in sight. Just endless nothing with at the centre, so close that Obito felt he could touch it, was someone known, beautiful and as radiant as the sun shining in the centre of pure darkness. A warm and comforting image of a girl, the same age as himself that was in his eye, and only his eye, the centre dream of his universe. It illuminated the coloured night from nothingness to something, memorable, missed, coloured, desired and soothing as Obito's memory of her and his home smoothly and gracefully returned eroding the landscape.

"Rin." He spoke again, in reality his eye widened remembering who he was and why he cared. Madara sighed and slouched in realising that it was over and Obito would remember, seeing a few tears form in the boy's eye. 'Shame. But still not a—'

"AAAAAAHHHAHHAHHAHHA! BLLLUGGGHHSSRR."

Madara went silent, didn't react or motion that something was of concern as Obito screamed in pain and anguish as a far too overwhelming suffering and torture erupted in his memory alongside the happiness he had felt. It was too much to not focus on as whatever happiness that was briefly bestowed on Obito abandoned him quickly without care. The memories were at best an un-comprehend able mess of continuous, endless, nightmarish torture that would not result in dying over and over again. The inner landscape appeared again confusing the view Obito had, beating in corrupting red and black lights in the night sky. The lights appeared in the wake of a black and red sun falling, shifting the world so much that it made him feel sick and dizzy.

Obito felt sick on the inside, vomited in revolting disgust, fear and horror now crying in pain rather than happiness. Coughing and choking his body began to shake uncontrollably on the ground as he collapsed in the dirt, just avoiding the puddle he had made.

The torture he had gone through to heal was beyond what Obito had defined as real as the experience wasn't just pain on the spot. Madara, knowing what it would hold, warned him strictly and in truth, describing it as random pain beyond what Obtio could ever be ready for. While entirely true this did not describe it well enough, not because it was wrong but because Obito himself could not come to describe what he a gone through.

Madara had prepared well after Obito's agreement, holding him tight to the stone bed, connecting the links, even providing a gag for a Obito to bite on (however did not tie down and was spat out very quickly), before Madara then creating a earth dome to surround him. The dome took all light from Obito and left him in darkness and isolation, making the experience all the more fearful. Though Madara only did this to muffle and dampen Obito's screams so that he could sleep peaceful.

And of course Obito called him an old, selfish asshole after being explained such. Madara agreed.

Madara was a lot of thing and an honest asshole was one of them.

Though in the end it was all pointless as Obito broke quickly in only 9 minutes and only had him screaming for 3 hours in a process that took 8 days to finish.

The healing wasn't as random as Madara had made it sound, instead it was more so that it had a very large amount of different levels of pain and suffering. While Obito couldn't describe the process in full the as he had no solid memory of it, but he could divide two simple feelings and what they did.

One was the destruction of his body and the other the healing, and neither was truly preferred and neither the same as each other.

The destruction of his body, was pain going from the inside of the body to the outside, done with an intense heat.

An extremely, hot, expanding, liquid heat that separated everything that was a part of Obito's body from one another. As if liquid metal had been forced and maintain in a continuous stream into the fine gap that distinguished organs. Bone was separated from flesh, flesh from nerves and nerves from skin. His heart and organs were forced apart in this burning liquid and when separated didn't stop expanding and forcing Obito's body apart. He senses didn't fully stop during the process making it all the more sicking as he could smell his body burning and hear its flesh bubbling in the liquid. Thankfully the dome took all light from him sparing him the image of his body that had changed at some point. His sense of feeling was simply un-bare able heat during this.

The only part of his body untouched by this liquid heat, unknown to Obito, was his brain and spine, but this didn't spare them. A feeling of electricity constantly conducted and charged in these spots shifting the feeling, functions and memory of his body continually. This determined the pain level of the liquid heat, making this portion of pain random in its intensity. However when this occurred, lowering the feeling of heat, the electricity would channel more and more rapidly throughout his body in a tortuous sting.

That was the first part.

The second you could say was the opposite.

The outside of his body would implode and compress on itself, forcing everything back to together this time in a freezing and cold stand still. It was slow and gradual, working from the outside in, piercing his body in feelings of jagged bolts of solid ice that was more like freezing than actual stabbing. His ability to breath this time was harder as during this time the liquid inside would turn cold yet remain a liquid. It would drown him from the inside, trying to escape the compression with no chance of doing so. An inside of swelling cold water trying to escape a bubble in violent desperation as if it had a mind of its own. And outside of this, frozen ice that crushed from every direction unfruitful, like that of smith trying to change the shape of metal with no heat in sub-zero temperature.

A human body would not retain a human shape after such treatment in reality.

The strangest part of it though was the darkness inside that earth dome. How simply being left in dark during the rapid healing had changed what the experience of darkness was for Obito. It was simply not knowing or seeing anything anymore that to Obito, was turned into something more fearful, terrifying, and scarring. His single eye was open during most of the experience only to see or expect nothing but colourless, shadow-fill, shapeless, pitch black, darkness. The pain he felt at times, felt as if it had come from different and unseen direction every time. Unpredictable and unprecedented, matching the emptiness and infinite darkness that was around Obito.

His sense of feeling disappeared during it and instead of thinking that it was due to the pain, Obito began to believe that it was the darkness taking away all that he possessed. The feeling of the stone bed and the plant-like claws holding him went numb and then vanished. The sounds of struggle and his own flesh shifting went silent. The smell of the earth, his own body and whatever else could have been scented disappeared. His memory of the past, the pain he was feeling in the present and thoughts and dreams of the future, faded away in the dark. Swallowed and absorbed by the shadow that was all around Obito, watching his suffering.

The shadows that surrounded Obito became part of the experience, a sense of hopeless, despair and isolation that could not be escaped or quenched. He longed to escape the pain like nothing else in his life, but escaping that isolation and inescapable darkness that came with it made him almost forget who he was, how he got there and why he going through it. Nothing but an optimistic pray, hope and dream to explain why this inescapable, miserable fate had come. He had definitely lost something in his mind, breaking under an invisible pressure crafted by his own thought and causality wish.

How he did not lose his mind during this, despite experiencing his world corrupt and envelop into deep, dark void, was not a miracle. Just as causality and his own mind had broken him, it protected him through a small sun, flame or light of his pathetic life, driving him on. This was no coincidence and at this point it had lost all meaning to words past, present and future. It was the combinations of 4 things: Obito's will, the Gedo mazo's will, to some very small degree Madara's will, and another piece of existences wish that keep him going. This one, light that Obito desired more than his own life, and even the lives of others, was completely untouched. She had given Obito hope and realization.

The hope that was Rin, saved Obito's sanity in the end as it was the only thing in Obito's mind that could save him. It convinced him and assured him of one very real fact about his experience in this hopeless, despair-ful torture. Which was:

It's for her. It will end and I will live.

It's for her. It will end and I will live.

It's for her. It will end and I will live.

It's for her. It will end and I will live.

Like a song that angels would sing in heaven, said 2 sentences decided that his sanity would see that this was all for her and that he would survive. It was a foundation built from the love-interest of this 12 year old boy that kept him standing. How this was possible is completely unknown but it happened none the less. It could be guessed that Obito was even naturally a bit insane and obsessive, and whether it was himself or his Uchiha birthright didn't affect or change it. But with this, it made Obito far stronger than he had ever been while at the same time making him very weak and unstable. His greatest form of sanity and light lied in the existence, of the LIVING Rin Ohara and that was something he never wanted gone.

The world he had left for this healing, the pain and suffering it had put him through and the darkness and shadow of time within it, was his experience. There was no physical scar but a mental and spiritual scar left in Obito's soul. Denying that it was nothing and that it would end was a mistake that Obito made.

But right now, having awoken to the hope he had been dreaming of for so long, he was so unstable and out of his own mind right now that he didn't know what was happening. And all Madara did was stared at him, feeling no empathy or care.

Why this torture had to happen in such a way was lost to Obito and he tried his best to look up to the man that put him through it. He body still shook and quiver in shock and pain. He stared at the ground once again having trouble breathing while at the same time taking breaths very slowly and unsteadily as if about to vomit again.

The processed had changed much as Obito had lost something that was important to his relationship with Madara. He had lost caution, feeling that there was no threat around to harm him in any way that he hadn't already experienced. He had no reason to hide or cower in the sight of one person, instead he focused on the new and strong emotions that he had created of Madara. His loose of caution was done completely by instinct, as means of mentally being prepared for anything and everything that could cause pain and could be seen. The new emotion he had for Madara though was not instinct but simply human nature.

He glared with tears down his eye and the taste of vomit in his mouth was strong. Madara and Obito made eye contact as Obito's teary eye watched from his scarred face becoming more and more focused. Obito's 2 comatose sharigan changed to 3 comatose, looking at Madara.

'His sharigan's changed a-.' Madara stopped said thought as the boy's eye slow changed shape trying to shift to something more. ' Is it? Mangeko Sharigan? From the experience of the healing?' They stared at one another in silence as Obito's crying eye was about to change further...but quickly shifted back to 3 comatose.

"I fucking hate you."

'Shame.' Madara shrugged at the words and sight. "Get to the end of the line kid. You're not any bit special for it."

Obito coughed feeling sick and horrible, glaring at the ground in thought of what to do and say. Despite wanting to murder the man in front of him, he was too weak and dazed from just waking up. He let go of his hate. For now. "How long was I out of it?" He asked with tears still in his eyes and breathing heavily.

Madara shrugged again standing on his cane. "Month and half, I'd say."

Obito coughed choking at the answer, looking straight to the man. "That's nearly 6 weeks! You've left me lying on the ground for 6 weeks?"

Madara didn't react, casually answering. "You were really only the ground 5 weeks, you keep rolling off the bed for some reason so after the first week I let you stay on the ground." He answered as heartless as ever.

Obito shook his head at the bastard, but was still curious. "Was I doing anything?"

"Staring at rocks! I don't know." The man shouted. "It not like I watched you for all 5 weeks. At the most I only spared 5 hours." He continued. "What else could I and you have done?" He shouted in an old voice.

Obito glared and sighed before adjusting himself, crossing his leg and taking a seat on the ground. He looked over himself to see that the bandages that once covered his whole body, now only remained on the missing arm and eye. He wasn't wearing a shirt but still had the black pants he had wore before arriving in the sealed cave.

"Was-was it a success?" He questioned, feeling honestly great but not trusting it. His body was in decent shape looking at his only arm to see some muscle, and then to his stomach. Seeing it gone and replaced by particularly developed and solid muscle. He didn't know whether to be happy with the stronger and thicker body, trying to get a feel to the body that did not feel like his own.

"I'd say so. You body is in good condition, save you arm, eye and the scar on your face. Though given the time you've been out of it, your new arm has started to gain some shape and form. Give it another week and you shouldn't need the bandage on it anymore." Obito grabbed the bandage on his side and could indeed feel something there and could feel himself moving it. "Those extra 3 days must've been needed." Madara stated as Obito change attention to him again surprised.

"Extra days? Extra 3 days! I went through that hell for 8 days!?" Obito asked annoyed and pissed at the old man that thought nothing of it. "I thought it was only suppose to be five days."

Madara sighed old-like before answering. "Be thankful kid. You're not a eunuch anymore and you a lot stronger now than you were before. Just let it go."

Obtio blushed in anger, embarrassment and irritation, concerned as Madara continued to show little care to the things that were significant to Obito. With worry and quickly, Obito checked under his ragged pants. 'Oh thank god it's there. Wait, is there something different?'

He didn't get to finish the disturbing thought though. "Why do you even need a dick though?" A strange and echoed like voice asked sounding weird and creepy as if spoken through a tree trunk. "Not like you'll need to go to the bathroom anymore and it's not like you're planning to have kids. At least from my undertstanding.." It continued the owner of the voice nowhere to be seen in the cave.

'What the hell?' Obito's turned and searched in confusion sitting on the rock ground, seeing no one. "Huh, who said that?"

Madara frowned still standing on his scythe-cane. "Oi, idiot. I told you stay quiet until I said so." Madara said in annoyance his eye casually looking at the rocks from in between his white hair.

The voiced pleaded though, sound less human with every word. "But, but, but, I want to meet the cripple. I think we could be the best of friends. Plus I think our hair style match." He continued speaking to Madara.

"You don't have any hair."

"Not yet?"

Madara shook his head and turned to his throne to sit down. "Hmmm. Do what you want, but understand that if you stuff up your job. I'll kill you."

"Yes, Lord Madara." The echo like voice cheered in a joyous shout.

Obito shook his head and glared around searching for the person. "I don't know who you are or where you are, but there's no way I'm going to be friends with someone who works with this asshole of an old man." He shouted, only confirming the hate he had for Madara. Yes, there was no denying that now.

"Huh?" It questioned like child. "But I'm such a likeable, nice person. It's one of my most admired qualities and I love it." He commented, boasting himself.

"Is that why your friends with this old bastard. You egos are just as big as each other." Obito commented back.

"Hey, I'm trying to be nice here." It said in sympathy. "I even went to the trouble of watching you every day and night, even thought I have no clue whether it's either night or day. As you slept, and as you stared at the ground, and as you rolled around, and as you drooled. Still haven't figured out what so good about the ground or walls or ceiling but I'll give it some time to think it over."

"Idiot, that's weird and creepy as hell." Obtio stated without remorse, feeling disturbed that this person had been watching him. He tried to get to his feet, taking far longer than it should have before pointing at the walls not knowing where else to. "There's no way I'll be your friend."

"Why? I don't get. Although I don't get a lot of things." The voice said in strange honesty. "Buuuuttttt, Zetsu-senpai became my friend so easily. He even gave me thumbs up and a smile. If I had a face I would have blushed and smiled back. But I can't!" The voice said in hysteric sadness un-easing Obiot at the statement. "Though..." It started sounding darker. "...if you don't want to be friends, why don't you become something else." It asked eerily and in some sick joy.

Obtio wanted to take a few steps back and readied himself, feeling the threat of it words. But his body and legs wouldn't respond the way he wanted it to. "Yeah, and what's that?"

"hehehehe...how about..." White roots burst through the ground all around Obito all converging on the boy. They were long, wet, sticky and covered in dirt, as Obito could feel the dirt under him giving way to the plant within it, directly under him. "DINNER!!"

CRACK

BBBAAAANNNGGG.

Bang.

"..."

Madara stared at the newly created solider that had sprung from the ground in a tentacle form, annoyed and tired of its antics. What had just happen confirmed it further, that the spiral-bodied plant-man was an idiot.

"If he's dead, you're dead." Madara said to the creature standing completely still as an unconscious boy landed on the ground, bleeding from the head. He had jumped with enough force to crack the ground trying to escape, flown up and smashed the ceiling putting a hole there, before landing on the ground in a half dead state.

The plant-man defended itself as the limbs wrapped back into its humanoid form. "Wait, it's all good, I'm sure he's fine. I'll check his pulse." The spiral faced being stated confident, grabbing the unconscious boys arm harshly and checking.

Madara was getting further annoyed. "You don't have any respect for him do you?" He commented seeing the little care it had in handling Obito.

"Nope and neither do you. That means its fine." It said happily as it felt the back of Obito wrists.

"Smartass." Madara commented. "You don't know how to check do you?"

"I'm worried because I don't feel a heartbeat but it's probably because you are right as well." It said dropping Obito's hand with no care to squat and stare at the cut on Obito's forehead. "He is bleeding pretty fast. It all red and sticky, and gross aannnhhhey he's healing, like fast." He said in sensing the cut heal with ease. He didn't have eyes after all, but another way of seeing the world which was pretty weird to.

"So Hashirama's regeneration was passed to him. Good to know it worked." Madara said aloud having already expected it.

"Can I do that?" The new plant man asked like a child pointing at Obito while looking over at Madara, even though he had no eyes.

"Yes."

"And that's good right?"

"Yes." Madara repeated.

There was a pause. "...YEESSS, I'm good!" It cheered.

Madara sighed at the simply creature he had created weeks ago. "Yes you're a good boy spiral." He said as spiral jumped on the spot in joy. "But you're still an idiot." Madara finished as it now sat on its knee looking sad and depressed. "If he's regenerating he's alive. Put him on the bed and watch him. When he wakes up don't even go near him, I don't want you scare him again. You want him to trust you." Madara continued as Spiral gave him two thumbs up. "And no poking him as he sleeps." Madara stated not wanting to see that again.

Spiral chuckled a small laugh. "Hehehe, I poked him 121 times on his head and he did nothing." He muttered to himself. "I should try breaking the record."

"Spiral!" Madara growled in deeper voice.

"Yes, Lord Madara." He answered saluting not arguing with it. Doing as he was told, he grabbed the boy and threw him like a rag doll on the rock and wood bed. "He's fine see. If he could kill himself that easily, what would have been the point of this." Spiral spoke as Madara thought over the words.

"Just because you can make some sense sometimes doesn't mean you're right." Madara muttered having applied all the controls, tools and seals to make Obito his solider. He had made the preparations during Obito time of emptiness and it was only a matter of time. "When Zetsu gets back you start training under him with Obito, and both of you will look after the boy and help his recovery."

Spiral nodded obeying and having already known that it was going to happen. "Yes, Lord Madara." He answered again this time waving at him.

'Damn this hyper active, plant.' Madara pondered closing his eye to sleep. The creature he had come to call spiral, due to it spiral and spinning body shape, was a truly strange creature. Being made or birthed from the Life-Bringing Senju Flower six days into Obito treatment made it no more than a month and half old. Of course better than a human at that age, it was impressive for a time as unlike Zetsu its offensive capabilities were far greater and more resembling to his rivals. Though, there wasn't much else as unlike Zetsu it didn't show the same level of adaptive intelligence and thought.

Madara could say this was due to it being young, maybe Obito's blood mixed in, or the fact it was an imperfect being created similarly to Zetsu. But he could live with this. Even when the plant had proven it's annoyance was at a far more advance level than Zetsu's.

'I will have to try the other method then. No more soldiers created from the flower and gedo mazo. The next one will be done within my own body and will be more concentrated with Yin chakara than Yang.' He thought have come to the conclusion he had thought of before hand.

"Hey Lord Madara, can I hold the cane-scythe now." Heard Madara, opening his eye to the pleading spiral face plant. Looking at its idiotic begging and personality, two words came to mind in Madara's head.

'Just why?'

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