In another Timeline

Chapter 13- A blurred uncrossed line

Obito felt himself open his eyes. The room smelled terrible, the fog left it's print in the room. Obito sighed and slowly sat up. His legs were beyond sore. How long has it been since he killed those men? A week? (Days?) All Obito knew was that it's been a while. All the kids that were with him, seemed happy that it was some sort of 'boarding school'.

Obito scoffed. "I highly doubt any of us even know what a boarding school is."

He left the room on his own terms and made his way to the dining hall. It was a good sized room but it was unbelievably dirty. Obito doesn't even know why their comfort is considered. It just seems ridiculous. They torture them, they poison them and feed them the bare minimum. Why care about what they think. "Or is bee scared?"

Obito shook his head. That would be ridiculous. A lot of things seemed ridiculous at this point.

And at that same moment Bee walked into the room. Just Bee and Obito, hard to tell if it's a bad combination or not. Bee motioned Obito to follow him, in which Obito complied.

"I want to start a new segment of this school." Obito didn't respond. He assumed he meant add something else they will be doing. Since he called Obito to follow him, he's the test subject.

Obito observed his surrounding's carefully. He hadn't done so in a while, because he always forgets anyways, but he hadn't really forgotten anything in a while. "I think anyway."

They approached a door that was sealed tight. Obito heart sank as the door was opened. It was met with the smell of decomposing flesh and screams. And the putrid smell of chemicals and medicine. The floor was littered with a layer of trash, flesh and blood.

Obito waited for bee to continue to walk, which he did. "We run a sort of, side business." Obito's eyebrows furrowed. So they weren't the only ones being tortured?

"Our building attracts attention of unwanted visitors." Obito nodded. They entered a room of a torture chamber.

Obito stared at the window that revealed a man, maybe late twenties in a green flak jacket. And on his head, a headband, a symbol was on it that looked like a leaf. "What do you want us to do?" The answer was right in front of him.

Obito knew what he was going to be forced to do. And it made him want to curl up on the ground like a wounded puppy. Maybe that's what he was. A confused scared puppy.

"We want you to torture them. We have been rather short staffed lately." Obito narrowed his eyes. Short staffed? A stupid excuse for a business like this. Not a lot of people are willing to torture their own kind. "You have a knack for making people suffer. Don't you think?" Bees smile widened.

Bee pushed Obito into the room with the man. Obito guessed he would be on the opposite side of the window, but he felt him leave the room entirely. The man looked at Obito was wide eyes. Obito probably looked like a mess.

His hair was cut recently though, the long hair was really getting on his nerves.

"You a kid?" The mans voice was raspy, evident that he was screaming. Obito shrugged. The man looked around the room with a nervous look. "What are you doing here?" The Shinobi asked. "Wasn't I supposed to be the one asking questions?"

Obito didn't actually care though. "I dunno, I just remember being here." The man looked sympathetically at Obito. It was irritating. He didn't need some random guys sympathy.

"Why are you here?" The man looked at Obito. "I was on a mission." Obito was stunned. "Did this guy really answer the question?" Obito shook his head. "Why would you be sent here on a mission?" The man smiled. "To rescue the kids that got taken here." Obito looked at the man was a questioning gaze. "Why would we need to be rescued?" The man looked as bewildered as Obito.

"Many kids in the area had gone missing in the area." Obito was silent. "Oh." The man looked over Obito once more. "Are there others? More kids?" Obito didn't want to respond, this man was most likely going to be killed anyway.

"Yes." The man looked surprised then nervous. "That means my mission would be complete." Obito raised an eyebrow but quickly realized what he meant.

"Your not leaving this place." The Shinobi looked at Obito stunned. "You can't help me?" Now it was Obito's turn to be stunned. "You thought I was?" The mans face paled.

"Your in the same situation as me buddy." Obito words were quiet. "Stuck here, with no hope in leaving." The mans face stayed pale. "I can smell it, the poison circling your bloodstream." The man looked confused. I mean, being told someone can smell poison in a person's blood stream just sounds weird.

"I don't know if you will die or not, but with the looks of every other room here, your not going to live." The man frowned and his eyes looked sad. "Can I request something then?" Obito looked at the man.

He had a small sad smile on his face. "Can I write a letter?" Obito shrugged. "I'll see if I can find something. Obito looked throughout the room.

There was a file about the man but he just turned it over to the blank side and grabbed a pen. He entered the room. "Here." The man smiled. Obito undone the straps and instead of trying to leave the man grabbed the pen and paper.

He scribbled his words quickly. You could see his eyes getting wet. Something Obito envied the man for, his ability to cry. The man finished and handed the paper and pen back to Obito. "I wrote the address on the back of the paper." The man smiled sadly.

"It you ever find yourself in the Leaf Village, do me a favor and deliver it to the name on the back." Obito nodded and stuffed the paper into his pocket.

The man looked tired. What he had done was done, now nothing was keeping him alive. Obito watched as the man faded in and out of consciousness. "Sorry if I forget." He nodded in response. He didn't have time to reply his head was leaning toward and he looked completely white. The tips of his nose and under his eyes blue.

Obito made sure Bee couldn't see the paper. Obito knew he might forget about this, but even if the leaf village were to have done bad things to him. He would one day fulfill the mans dying wish.

After all a normal wish holds no significance compared to dying one.