Dead Girl's Dream

Prologue

Rin

"Illusory Technique: Sharingan."

A sly grin crept up Rin's face as she cast the jutsu.

Rin. Lets go. Now, now Isobu. What fun would running give when I so meticulously planned my demise? It would be a shame not to watch.

Isobu sighed in Rin's head, his holder's antics had always been borderline psychotic. He suspected it had something to do with a boy named Obito whom she lost. He always wondered if she harboured feelings for the boy, but always denied, claiming that Kakashi was the only one she had ever loved, and that she had gotten over him anyway. But why had she got on a killing spree after his death then? She had even killed a few Uchihas, after all, that was where she had gotten her sharingan. His death must have taken a severe toll on her psyche.

Well, humans were always the most absurd creatures. Even a tortoise as wise as him couldn't figure the first thing about them. Irksome creatures. He retreated into his shell and dozed off. 

Rin watched in anticipation as her genjutsu self ran into Karachi's Chidori, horror and immense guilt marring his aghast features. She couldn't help but smirk at is laughable expression. Not noticing the Mangekyō Sharingan Kakashi now had. Her fun being over, she shunshined away, unaware of the bloodbath her 'dead' comrade was creating there.

Obito

"Wait...What's going on?" An in denial Obito muttered desperately. Without warning,  a heart-wrenching cry tore out of his throat, leaving the mist ninja stunned.

"Reinforcements?" One of them questioned.

"What an idiot! He's all alone." Another exclaimed.

"Take him out."

Waves of despair and grief drowning his mind and clouding his senses, Obito ran to the mist ninja, strangling one of them brutally. 

I won't accept it. I won't ACCEPT ANY OF IT!!!

Another blood curdling scream came from Obito, as he ran manically at the mist ninja, craters forming where each of his feet landed. Spiked protruding from his body, he held one of the shinobi by the neck and stabbed him with a spine, blood spurting everywhere and trickling down his mouth. One by one he strangled, stabbed and smashed each enemy ninja, his white mask marred with blood. He repeatedly stabbed one of the shinobi, stab wounds dotting their body like drops of angry burgundy paint.