In another Timeline

Chapter 17- Ninja's?

Obito woke up the next morning, time seemed to be passing quicker than it was originally. When you constantly forget things, that's just something that happens Obito supposed.

He took a shower before going to the dining room. Everything smelled horrible he might as well do himself a favor and make himself smell better. Most of the people here don't shower, its very obvious.

There is a kid here who still has blood on his body when he first got here. Not a brag, but he constantly brag about a that specific blood spot. It made Obito want to throw up.

He changed into a pair of clothes they were given. It was a uniform of sorts. All black clothing.

When he opened the door he could already hear chatter from the other teenagers in the dining room. Obito sighed. He wouldn't admit it to their faces, but he really didn't like any of them.

Obito walked to the dining room.

"Finally." The redhead said crossing her arms. She made an effort to keep their table away from the others. She knows about Obito's sense of smell. Though, she could smell everything just fine.

"Sorry." She shrugged. "It's whatever." Obito recalled Bee saying something. But he didn't expect him to tell them what he was thinking the same day.

Bee walked into the room and some other, heavily armed ninja entered the room. They had no headbands. Obito rested his head on his hand and sighed. The redhead looked between Obito and Bee. "Did you know he was coming?" Obito shrugged. "I knew he was coming, not when." She slowly nodded.

"I think it's about time to start assigning you lot missions." Everyone's heads perked up. "Missions?" Obito couldn't recall his ninja days. He knew he was a ninja, just not his affiliation. Or what caused him to be brought to this place.

Bee seemed unamused by the lack of questions. "Come, your table." He pointed to the table that had all the other kids. Maybe it was a good thing the redhead and himself stayed away.

The lot left the dining room. Bee and the other Ninja left with them. Obito couldn't help but feel nervous. He didn't know what was happening, but it was obvious it wasn't good.

Obito trained as hard as he could in the training room. He couldn't explain it, his left arm had a much stronger punch, I mean, it could leave cracks and broken flooring in it's wake. The other could do the same, but not to the extent the left one could.

Obito hadn't realized it but his hands were shaking. The feeling he had in his gut was growing stronger. When the group of kids left, a few minutes later, their screams echoed throughout the building.

The redhead seemed just as nervous.

Obito looked back at his shaking hands and willed them to stop. Which they did. He felt a cold sensation bring itself on his body.

He turned around, and there he was. The masked man. That means it was happening again. But they were being prepared. To be ninja.

But they were fully trained as ninja weren't they?

They were forced to follow the masked man, down into the familiar cellar. It had been completely repaired at this point. How long had it been? A year or two? The redhead tried to give an encouraging smile to Obito but it was cut short by the pushing into the rooms.

Obito looked around the room. It didn't have a chair. It had objects. They were lined perfectly next to each other. Obito didn't let his nervousness show.

A speaker rang through the room. "Pick up the cylinder." Obito looked at the speaker then his gaze dropped to the line of objects. He grabbed the cylinder. "Don't drop it." Obito nodded.

That's how it went for a couple of minutes. Just a silent room. Then the cylinder changed into a deep red. Obito raised an eyebrow, but then he smelled burning flesh. Out of instinct he dropped the cylinder and looked at his hand. The skin on his hand had been burned off.

Then someone came into the room. "What did we say?" His voice was loud and demanding. "Not to drop it." Obito's voice was quiet. "I think I get it now."

He was given another chance and he picked up the cylinder. He tossed it between his hands.

The cylinder protruded spikes. The spikes were long enough to go through his hand, which they did. "Use your other hand to grab the scroll." Obito sweat dropped. He would be lying if he said it didnt hurt. He grabbed the scroll as he was told.

The scroll exploded. Obito coughed and waved away the cylinder. Both things were now on the ground. The man came in but he didnt speak.

"You have failed the mission." Obito looked up at the man. He remembered being on a team when he was younger. Was that team leader the same way?

Obito looked down in shame. If this had been a mission, the man was right, he had failed it.

"Take this from me. If you ever fail a mission and bother to return. I would have wished I had died." Obito's eyes widened as the man left.

"Rather die? Than return?" Obito listened to the instructions. If he didn't he would be told what would happen in the 'real world'.

The way they described it made it sound like the whole world would be out to get them as soon as they left the base.

"I see now. This is a test of loyalty."

If Obito didnt listen to the men on the speaker he would be punished. He needed to keep the scroll in his hand no matter what happened to his body.

Obito left the room with dead eyes. His hands were bloodied and burned. Almost no skin remained on his finger tips.

Obito looked at his bed. It was one of those days. He wasn't tired. And no matter how much fog entered the room, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to.