A Series Of Chronically Late Events

Chapter 0

April 10th, 1981

I was just like him, I had figured out.

I was just like a character in an anime, and that had pissed me off.

Uchiha Obito was just like me and I was just like him. Like the same soul in different bodies; in different dimensions.

When I was younger I was that class clown that everyone only just barely tolerated. I was shunned for my personality. My very presence was not welcome anywhere I went. Not even with my own family, of which I had a large one. Many uncles, aunts, cousins. I however had no close family. No mother or father to speak of, nor any siblings. No grandmother, just an old bastard of a grandfather.

After my parents died in a car crash when they were going home from picking me up; I had run away, again. My grandfather was the one who had to take care of me, but oh, how I had wished it was some other relative. Any other one.

He was abusive. He was a drunk. He hated me, for 'killing' my parents. Yep, me at the time, all of five years old. I was blamed for their deaths like I had driven the semi-truck that crashed into them or something.

I had a bad habit of 'running away.' I didn't ever really run away. I had just liked to wander around and see everything around me, know my surroundings and such, but I got lost. A lot.

Anyway, the point is I was just like him. An anime character. It had pissed me off so much that I was like the antagonist of a children's show. That I was like a dead-last, 'going nowhere,' dies for the stupidest reason, Uchiha Obito. I didn't hate him, per se, it was just annoying that we were so similar. I didn't want to end up like him.

Almost killed by a boulder. Manipulated by a man manipulated by a plant. Ends up sacrificing himself for a war to end. 

Well, maybe those things wouldn't happen in this life. But the next? Highly probable.

Why?  Well, I am now him, apparently.

Uchiha Obito.

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Waking up with my head pounding and feeling like I had been hit by the semi-truck that had killed my parents all those years ago, I groaned aloud.

Trying to move made me aware of a couple of things;

1. My limbs felt like jello.

2. I was hyper-aware of my blood flowing throughout my body.

3. My motor control was shot and I ended up smacking myself in the face with my jelly arm.

and 4. I felt weird.

#4 may seem par for the course but I felt small. Like I wasn't my adult self anymore.

Sitting up, with no small amount of difficulty mind you, I looked around. I was in a cage-no scratch that, a crib.

'What the hell?' I thought to myself in disbelief.

Looking down so fast that I fell forward, I pushed myself back up and gaped. Then I fell flat on my face again. Stupid jelly limbs.

'I'm a toddler again.'

I just sort of laid there face-first on the plush mattress, until it was too hard to breathe, and I had to roll over onto my back.

When I looked up at the ceiling, I saw an old woman staring at me curiously. My eyes widened comically and I screeched. Until she chuckled. Her laughter was like bells chiming in the wind. It was a very pleasant sound, so much so that I just stared at her for a while. That is until she reached for me. I wiggled around, trying to avoid her reaching hands. It didn't work as she picked me up anyway.