Obito gazed at the huge boulder on top of him. why does this feel so real? Rather than wincing from the immense pain he's in, being crushed by a god-damn boulder, he strangely smiled. This memory feels like I'm really living in the moment. He sent some chakra to his arm and face, somewhat healing it but not greatly.

'man, this huge rock is actually nostalgic.. even if it is currently crushing me.'

Obito let his worries go, as he slowly shut his eyes peacefully. At least he could relive a memory he had before passing away to the afterlife.

-1 HOUR LATER-

His eyes slowly opened- albeit very blurry and dark. 'this is starting to feel too real for me..' As his eyes- well one of his eyes, since he gave one of his sharingan to Kakashi before the old version of Obito assumed death, began to open. His eyes darted around the room, observing as much as they could in such little light.

"Hel-"

"AAAAH!" Obito shouted. He stared at the old man, literally looking ancient. 'ITS HIM! THAT SHITTY OLD FART!' he thought to himself. Since this wasn't real, he could say whatever he wanted. Or, well he assumed.

"Go away you old hag!" Obito exclaimed. He did not want to relive memories of being with this slimy old geezer. The silence was deafening as Obito glared at him.

'... This little brat dared to insult the great Madara Uchiha?' He thought to himself. "You're being very insolent to the man who saved you from death." Madara's voice booming. Surprising from such a old person, with the appearance that they would fall over like a piece of paper if the wind blew 1 mile per hour in their direction.

So many questions flooded Obito's mind. Did Madara just respond to him? Is this even a real memory? What the hell is going on?

"Who.. Who are you.." Obito Uchiha stated, knowing the answer, just wanting to confirm his theory. He looked at his body, wrapped up in some cloth. It seems like he was far less damaged then when this genuinely happened all those years ago. Perhaps it was due to the chakra he sent to his injured areas to slightly heal. Obito could not gather any more thoughts before the man before him spoke.

"I am merely an Uchiha ghost. I am Madara Uchiha" Madara's voice felt like it contained power contradicting his current ancient appearance. Obito's eyes widened, but he only slightly showed it. 'am i actually in the past?' The old geezer was observing his every movement, as if he wanted to say something. Obito could not deal with this a second time. He tried to force himself out of the bed, but his body stiffened and straightened like a pencil. He was internally screaming with rage at his predicament.

"Calm down, young Uchiha. Your body in its current state is unable to mo-"

Obito gritted his teeth through the pain, ignoring Madara. There was cloth around his arms, and bandages around his face. He pushed himself out the bed with sheer willpower, and used every fibre in his body and soul to just.. stand up. Madara raised an eyebrow to this boys behaviour, however he certainly didn't show it. He couldn't help but be intrigued at how this brat can stand up in his state. He held onto his cane, walked towards the boy, and bonked him on the back as he fell over like a plank.

'i need to change the future, i can't waste time, i need it done no-' Obito's thoughts were interrupted by the floor coming closer and closer to his face. Plop.

"You old fart!" Obito shrieked as he rolled around the floor in pain. This is unbefitting of a major war criminal and powerhouse he was few moments before being transported to the past. Madara couldn't help but chuckle at the stupid boy in a spread eagle position face first on the ground. Surprisingly he helped up the boy and pushed him onto the bed. 'thats very Un-Madara like..' he thought to himself. As he was thinking, he heard Madara speak up.

"Nothing ever goes planned in this accurse-" Nope. This was definitely Madara. Obito could not be bothered to listen to his lecture again. He did not like the man, actually resented him. But he did still owe him for saving his life, so he was at a crossroad. All this thinking was starting to take a toll on his brain, as Obito just slightly nudged himself more into the bed and just slept. As Madara was continuing his lecture, he saw the boy slump and fall asleep. 'this is why i hate brats! especially disrespectful ones!' Madara thought to himself. He also wondered where the boys other eye was, as it wasn't gone due to injury of those boulders he saved him from. Madara just sighed and told Zetsu to get on with the Hashirama cells.

"Yes master!" A white humanoid being with odd features shouted.

-Meanwhile in Konoha-

A white haired boy was crying next to his blond sensei and teammate, Rin. It was only an hour or two after Obito's death, but they were safe from the battlegrounds and in an empty field of grass.

"I'm sorry i couldn't make it in time, Kakashi..."

"Rin told me everything." The blond said. The weather was particularly depressing that day, no sunlight just clouds. The usual chirping of the birds during the evening was silenced by rain. The flowers seemed to have stiffened up and slumped over. That day the loss of Obito Uchiha was mourned by his team. His only living relative, his grandmother, had yet to hear the news but secretly Obito in the past wished she wouldn't. It would break her heart.

'So what if im a jonin..' Kakashi had never been the type to just break out in tears. He was always the most pokerfaced and prideful. He was a prodigy after all, although distant from speaking with others, Obito always managed to lead them with his charisma. But now it just felt empty. His hair flowed in the wind, with his sharingan in his eye.

Minato-sensei was always one to keep a smile and never falter through tough times, but he couldn't help but frown in this situation. One of his students, died. 'I knew i should of came along with their mission' He thought to himself. 'It was their first real mission..' he couldnt help but feel guilty for the death of the Uchiha student. Unbeknownst to them, Obito Uchiha could be seen clenching his fists, grinning for the plans he had to change the world. However he was currently in an undisclosed location, in some underground facility being injected with Hashira and Madara's cells.