It was my night off for once. It seemed I never got a night off anymore, with the call-ins, understaffing and working full time. I was getting ready for bed. Working third shift was hard, and I often slept for a few days straight – day through night – whether intentionally or accidentally on my days off.

When I first started working full time third, I once ran myself ragged and passed out for 24 hours straight. It was scary waking up having a full day pass you by, but I thankfully missed nothing. It became the norm now and I was going to enjoy my night off.

I resolved to read some Naruto fanfiction before I finally dropped off into oblivion. I was still in my flowery skirt, ruffled matching flowery top with the ribbon bows as shirt straps. My hair was down for once. I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror pulling out my face wipes to clean off the make-up.

I'd actually forgone sleeping the whole day after getting off my shift at six that morning in the hospital, and instead gorged on coffee and had a productive day shopping at hobby lobby grabbing absolutely nothing I came in there for and jumping from store to store after that looking for items for my new apartment.

I jumped, heart in my chest when I heard footsteps – light, but there – come from my kitchen. I have great hearing, as I learned from when I was taking a fun elective class of audio for university. I was proud of having the best hearing in the class at the time, but it often had me scared out of my own skin when I would hear something abnormal.

I hoped it was nothing; perhaps a neighbor, someone who lived above me, but I couldn't deny it sounded like it came from just down the hall.

I turned on a flashlight and flashed it down the hall, my lights in my hallway, kitchen, bed room and living room being off. The only light was in my bathroom and it was meagre at best. I tiptoed down the hallway flashing the light ahead of me tentatively.

In a horror movie, I'd probably be the first to die. In the moment I saw a mask appear in my vision, I knew I made the wrong choice and should have barricaded myself in my bathroom as I called 911.

My mouth opened and a scream started to make its way out, but the mask flashed and suddenly a person was before me, holding his hand over my mouth to cut off my scream. The other hand came up to stop my hand that reached out to hit the person.

My eyes were wide with fright as the person – the man – caught my hand in his. The man shushed me as his eyes were alight on my face. The mask was familiar, too familiar and I was horrified by the intruder's choice in haunting attire.

Obito's orange mask was frightening to see on a person, including the Akatsuki cloak. I knew if I made it out of this, I'd never be able to watch an episode with Obito or Akatsuki again, never mind laugh at the spectacle incognito Obito made of himself.

The hand that was holding my arm let go and the man reached up to touch my hair, running his hand down my head to cup my chin almost adoringly. I kept quiet, in too much of a fright to respond.

"Rin," The man murmured in astonishment.

What the fuck? I wondered. I mean, I was a brunette and had brownish eyes, fair skinned, but I was by no means Rin Nohara. And this man by no means was Obito Uchiha.

"G-get away from me!" My voice was muffled against his hand as I tried to shove the man away, but it was like moving a mountain – impossible.

He cupped my cheek tighter. "Rin, don't you remember? It's me, Obito." He used the hand covering my mouth to pull of his mask and what the heck? He even looks like Obito Uchiha, with the spirals on his face and all.

Dumbfounded, I said nothing.

"Of course you don't remember," He murmured to himself. "You were reincarnated." What?! A little louder he said, "But I found you. I'll help you regain your memories, Rin, I promise. We need to go now. It was difficult to come here and I don't have much time." He put his mask back on.

I didn't quite understand everything he was saying, but I understood one thing: he was kidnapping me.

"NO–" I started to screech before he clamped his hand on my mouth tightly and yanked me into his body. I struggled against him futilely.

"I'm sorry, Rin," He said morosely. "You'll understand when you gain your memories back. You don't belong here."

I felt a strange rippling feeling and a heavy stone fell in my gut. Nonononononononono! I cried into his hand, screaming at the top of my lungs and tears slipped through my closed eyelids, trailing slow paths down my cheeks.

He continued to murmur apologies as we continued to ripple. The feeling was horrible and abnormal and I hated it. The feeling stopped and I felt his hand remove itself from my mouth and brushed my hair, tangling his fingers through it. He shushed me gently and tried to comfort me.

I tried to shake his hand off, but he was firm.

"It's okay, Rin," He encouraged. "Open your eyes. We're back home." I blearily opened my eyes to a dark cave. This did not look like home.

The impossibility sent a wave of panic and fear through me. I looked around and found a modest room in this cave like structure. A bed, dresser, book case along with a desk and chair were in the room. It was undecorated and felt damp and musty.

"W-where am I?" I gasped, finally ceasing my struggles and hands clamping tightly onto his Akatsuki robe. "Where did you take me? How did you take me?"

"You're home now, Rin, like I said. Well, this place is new to you, but we're back in the Elemental Nations. We're in the land of rivers right now. This is the hide out of the Akatsuki, which I am in charge of. You'll be safe here." He seemed so earnest in his speaking, so honest, and yet what he said was impossible and worse yet, horrible.

He seemed in awe of me still. Touching me like I was a gentle doll while still exacting full control of me. His manhandling, while strong and unbreakable was not harsh, punishing or hurtful except for when I struggled against him. I'd probably have some bruises, but he almost seemed like he was being extra careful of me.

In this weird twisted way, I kind of believed that I was in Naruto and this was Obito. Obito jumped through universes and grabbed me, thinking I was Rin Nohara somehow and boy was he going to be disappointed.

"I know this is a surprise, Rin," He said in a quiet way, abnormal for the older Uchiha in the anime. "We'll get your memories back from your past life. I've been searching for you a while. When speaking with an informant, I looked into the idea that people are reincarnated after death and I found you. I watched you, waited, and when you were finally alone and I was sure of myself, I came and rescued you."

He calls this a rescue? This was hell. I wanted to go back. My life wasn't perfect by any means, but now I'm with someone who thinks I was reincarnated as his past crush and there was no way he was going to let me leave.

I didn't know what to do. I'd hardly said a thing beyond screaming and the initial 'where the fuck did you take me?' Did I pretend to be Rin and slip away when he wasn't around? Where would I go? How would I escape? Did I deny to high heavens I was not Rin?

With one last hope, I grasped his hands tightly in mine. "Please, Obito, let me go. Take me back. Please, I'm begging you." I gave him my most pleading face.

"I can't, Rin," He replied. "Don't you know me at all?"

How did I answer that? I knew him. Just not as Rin.

Taking a chance, I said, "I'm sorry my absence hurt you, but I made a life there. I have family and friends. I have a job, patients to take care of. Please, I have to go back."

A new light appeared in his eyes. "You do remember."

I gulped. "Not…not much. Just enough to know that I don't belong here anymore, Obito. I have to go back. Please."

He shook his head, looking a little upset now. "No. Obviously you don't remember everything. You promised to always be there for me. You have a lot more to remember, and when you do, you'll stay with me like you promised."

I flinched back and dropped his hands. "I…I can't stay, Obito. I can't."

"You will." He told me firmly. "You just need to remember. You'll want to stay; and this time, I'll protect you. You won't die again, Rin, I promise that. And until you remember, I'll take care of you and help you get used to being back in the Elemental Nations. Your world was so different, so technologically advanced. Things are different here."

I shook in place, fear rooting me to the spot.

"I bought you clothes, Rin, notebooks, books, make up, everything you need. You can't leave this room, though, Rin. You'll be safe here, but there are others who live here who are not good people." He took off his mask and rubbed his temple as I shook my head.

"I can't, Obito. I can't be who you want me to be." My voice felt hollow as I tried to appeal to logic. "I've been through too many experiences, don't have the memories needed, and I have a life back there. I can't be this for you."

His face hardened a little, although his face remained soft as he looked at me. "We have time to work on this, Rin. Those people you left behind? They don't care for you as much as I do. That job you had didn't appreciate you. You were replaceable and while the patients will lose a great caretaker, you are replaceable. You're still Rin despite your new experiences and memories; we just need to remind you of the old you as well. You still have the same characteristics: kind, compassionate, loyal, friendly and helpful…your new experiences just added more to your story."

Fuck this. I decided to be stupid again and went with a last-ditch effort. I sprinted for the door. I knew I'd run into Akatsuki members out there. I knew I didn't know the terrain; this was a hostile universe with ninjas and murderers, but I was not going to be held captive and turned into someone I wasn't without a fight.

I was grabbed by my shoulder and yanked back, held in place. Obito's face was stern, the earlier softness disappearing. "You don't want to do that." I sucked in a breath through my teeth, staring at him in fear. "You'll be safe as long as you stay in here, Rin. Don't try to leave. I'm just trying to help you. I rescued you from that worthless life you were living."

He sighed. "I know you have a love for reading. I stocked the bookcase with both medical texts and literature. Take some time to calm down and explore your room. Check out your clothes, too. The clothes you're wearing are abnormal for this place. You're going to have to change eventually."

He let me go and I barely kept my feet under me as he turned and went for the door. I was tempted to follow after him, but I watched as he walked out. I fell to my knees as the door shut and dropped my head in my hands, crying and grieving for my lost family, friends, and life.

I climbed to my feet after some time and decided to try the door. Time had passed, enough that I thought Obito would have been long gone. However, when I turned the handle, it wouldn't budge. I threw my shoulder into the door in horror, and when that didn't work, I pounded my fists against the door and screamed. I heard nothing on the other side and I doubted they could hear me.

I breathed heavily against the door, palms sweaty and clinging to the wood like a lifeline. Finally, I swiveled around and searched the room. I walked on wobbly legs to the dresser and pulled out everything I saw. Purple, pink, skirts, long shirts, thigh high socks. Clothes Rin wore. I hurried over to the vanity with make up on it, stepping quickly over the mountain of clothes on the ground.

There was purple face paint. Purple and pink eyeshadow, etc. I clutched the bottle of the face paint with a closed and shaking fist. The urge the throw it almost overcame me, but I dropped it back onto the vanity. There were hair pins as well, pretty and delicate. The bookcase was next.

I looked at the bookcase. Medical texts, literature. I pulled out a random book and opened to a page in the middle of the book. Trash romance ninja novel. I threw it behind me. I grabbed another book. Crappy writing and another trashy novel. Book by book I opened and threw behind me in a fury.

The fear and horror was still lingering, but I was furious now, too. I opened the medical texts and while I was interested, they also made me more angry. I was not Rin Nohara!

I whirled around to the desk next. On it sat a picture frame. The picture of team Minato sat in it. I lifted it up to my face and frowned at it. I was more confused than angry now, because I was sure that Obito had some grudge against Kakashi so why would he want a photo of Kakashi around? Even if it was a team photo. I reluctantly sat it back delicately on the desk.

There were empty notebooks along with pens to write with. Whether he thought I'd be writing a diary or writing a story, I didn't know, but I wasn't going to write anything to give him ammunition against me.

The bed was nice as I turned to look at it. It was a king sized bed, but I didn't need a bed that size. In fact, the size made me uncomfortable. This room was obviously tailored to me – or rather Rin Nohara, but I feared the question of how often Obito would visit; how long would he stay and please let him have his own room.

I took in the mess I made and resolved to make this as difficult on Obito as possible. I was not changing my clothes. I would not touch any make up and I would not touch any of the hair pins. I was not going to paint my face like Rin. I was not going to use any the items he bought me.

I was resolved to being bored to death, but those novels were trash. I was not writing a diary entry for him to read. I was not dressing up. I was not going to eat. I would waste away before he got me to change for him.

I was not Rin Nohara and he would not make me into Rin Nohara. I didn't know how he found me, what he saw in me, but he was not going to break me.

I planted my butt in the chair in front of the desk. My mind raced as I came up with escape plans. I tried to remember if I ever saw a map of the Elemental Nations, but I couldn't remember anything. I could learn to pick a lock, if he even used a lock. Maybe he used seals? I had to plan for everything.

I could break the door. It was sturdy as hell, but I'm sure if I worked hard enough I could make a hole in it. The pens wouldn't help with that, but what if I broke some wood off of somewhere? Sharpened it into a weapon. Maybe he'd give me silverware and I could Shawshank Redemption out of this place?

However, all that came to nothing if I couldn't get past all the Akatsuki members lurking in this base. I also wondered during what time period I was in? Obito looked grown and had the voice of the main in the anime, so he had to be about my age.

I had no chakra, too, as far as I knew. So I couldn't ever use medical ninjutsu in the medical texts for harm. Like manipulate someone's cells, or augment my muscles.

Putting my chin in one hand and tapping my nails on the desk with the other, I contemplated my options.

I could also play along. "Remember" things here and there. Play nice. I glanced down at the mess I made. Or I could be difficult. I really wanted to be difficult.

I was not someone easily tamed; I often resorted to rebellion behavior when someone tried to tell me what to do, when someone was being unfair. While kind, compassionate and polite, I had no patience for those who caged others; for those who controlled others and demeaned them.

It was a response from my past, one that I had to be careful in how I responded to others. But I was not ashamed of it. I was a free woman, a proud woman and anyone who tried to contain me would be sorry.

Um. Yeah, super sorry about all the stories being unfinished and starting another one. This wouldn't leave me alone. That said, I have little time to write, health issues and working a full time job that wears me out. I'll try harder.