A/N: Standard Disclaimers apply.
Prompt #2: Brimstone
Uchiha Obito tasted death on his tongue.
It tasted of ash.
He lay looking at the eye he had given to the upstart jonin who, ironically, had everything he never did: a life, a village, Rin.
And his eye, of course.
He tasted revenge and punishment, yet the silver haired man only looked wretched. He looked broken, and Obito can't help but feel vindicated that they were at the same level, the same pitch black hell.
So he closes his eyes, waiting for the blade to swing, for his death sentence delivered by a man as broken as he is.
