Tobi's not a bad boy, honestly he isn't.

Tobi's always been a good boy, a very good boy!

But Tobi can only guess that's been in his mind. After all, my dad was never too happy with me.

I was born with an extraordinary amount of energy. Even as a baby I scooted around, only wanting to move to get some sort of clarity. It got worse as I got older, always moving, never being able to sit still. It affected my focus at school, I rarely passed anything. During class I wanted to run, just free myself from the chains of class and be free.

But I never I'm a good teacher's tried so hard with me, and I truly liked them for that. They were patient and nice, usually they'd let me have clay or something at my desk, something my hands could manipulate to get some energy away. The other kids never minded, they knew I was sick.

I was never really bullied, and even if I was another kid who I didn't know stuck up for me.

It was actually pretty cool.

Sure I never got invited to parties or stuff like that, but still, it made things alot more tolerable.

I already went to therapy, although she sucked. She only thought it was my doing, that I wanted to be a bad boy and cause problems for everyone.

My father agreed with her.

My mother didn't.

But then, that one night things got truly horrible. My mom was out and it was just my dad and I, and I was just zipping around the table, when he yelled at me.

"Tobi good damn it! Why can't you be a good boy and sit still!"

"Dad I can't!" I whined unhappily, "I feel sick doing that."

"You feel sick huh, well how do you think I feel everyday looking at you!"

"Dad are you drunk?" I asked, nervously backing away, when he suddenly stood up.

"Dad?"

"Get over here you." and I slunked toward him.

Because I was a good boy.

Then came agonizing pain, one that obliterated my mind and left me screaming and crouching on the floor.

My left eye was bleeding, it was the worst agony I'd ever felt, it cleared my mind for seconds, and then I vomited on the floor, only to be yanked up and pressed against a wall.

"Tobi god damn it be a good boy!" My father yelled, waving the pocket knife he'd cut my eye with in the air.

"Tobi is a good boy! Tobi is a good boy!" I shrieked, wanting it to stop, but the blade cut my face again, and again, and I completely blacked out.

I woke up in a white room with two beds, not a hospital room, but something different. Bandages were around my face, but my good eye was left alone so I could see. It honestly scared me, and I was about to bolt when someone came in the room. I didn't know him, but he was beautiful, or in my eyes at least he was. He turned to me and dropped whatever he was holding.

"You're awake?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Where... where is Tobi?"

"Tobi, so that's your name un?" he asked and I nodded.

"Well you're at Happy Leaf, some social services people picked you up from your place. You were at the hospital, but when they read your file they figured to ship you here because of your sickness and all."

"Because Tobi's hyper?"

"I think that's it un." he said thoughtfully. "Oh and by the way I'm Deidara."

"Deidara?" I repeated, then smiled. "Deidara."

"Oh here I brought you something." he said, and with that he gave me an orange mask with a swirl on it and an eye hole."I saw the pictures." he admitted sheepishly. "From your case file, you looked pretty banged up, so I thought since I know I wouldn't like to be seen like than and all maybe you'd want to wear it, until those cuts heal up"

I felt tears come out of my good eye and soak my bandages.

"Oh crud un I'm sorry, oh are you in pain? Should I go get." when I hugged him. It was the nicest thing anyone had done for me.

"I'll wear it all the time Deidara senpai!" I promised, and he looked at me.

"Ok then Tobi, maybe I'll se you later, alright un?"

"Yes senpai!" I chirped back and he left the room.

I've never taken off my mask since.

Becuase it's a sign that someone actually cared about me.

And it hides the scars of my father.