Scars

Tobi

A/N: Because the idea is just too tempting…Spoilers!

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It had been a long day. Time to crash. Tobi gasped a little as he took off his red and black cloak and slung it onto his bed frame, wondering why that particular hot and heavy material was part of the uniform for this gang he'd finally gotten into. Wearing it, after wanting it for so long, was proving to be very annoying; especially with all the other items he had on his person. Stripped bare, he realized it was probably because of all the bandages he wore, nearly top to bottom and heavily on his right side. He couldn't quite remember where he'd gotten such horrible scars as he removed the dressings and dabbed ointment on the areas that never seemed to show signs of healing. One place was plainly on his face, big reasons why he wore his mask constantly. Every night he looked at it as he cleaned out the gaping hole that was his left eye socket, and it would sometimes ooze and fester, but keeping it under wraps helped. He sighed, staring into the mirror at his grotesque features. He was nowhere near as good-looking as his partner Deidara-san, and most definitely not like Itachi-san, who beat all of Akatsuki hands down. Still, he'd make horrible faces and laugh at how ugly he was and thought of how he could scare little kids but somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew this wasn't his real face and that long ago, he actually had a nice face, pleasing to the eye, if not a little childish, and it was that image that made Tobi giggle to himself that maybe, just maybe, in another time and place, he would have rivaled that Uchiha pretty-boy.