In another Timeline

Chapter 18- Snap

Trigger Warning- mentions of Unaliving and self harm.

Obito didn't know how long he had been awake. He never knew how long he would be asleep. Time was something he had grown unfamiliar with. Time didn't matter in a place like this.

Obito looked at his hands. He had unnatural healing capabilities. Where his skin was burned a pink was left in it's wake. His eyelids felt heavy, but he wasn't tired.

That's how its been for the past few days. It was a constant repeat of what would happen, if you disobeyed orders or purposely failed a mission or failed it in general.

Obito narrowed his eyes. What more description does he need. He understands. He will listen. Rumors we're being said around the dining hall.

About other villages and what would happen if you failed a mission. There was a rumor of a man being driven to suicide, leaving his child to find his bloodied body. The man died from a stab wound in the stomach, a way to compensate for choosing friends over a mission.

The story was familiar. "Where did they hear such a tale anyway?" Obito shrugged and sighed. Finally he stood up from his bed.

The murmurs of the room died down. He made the same entrance as Bee did. Obito didn't bother to go sit down, he waited for Bee to speak. But he didn't. He observed the room and went on his way.

Obito made his way to the table but the redhead didn't speak, so Obito stayed silent as well. The redhead had always been the one who started conversation. But she looked tired. Her hands and arms were covered in bandages, her arms shook undoubtedly from the pain.

Obito was lucky in many ways. Pain didn't really bother him as much as it did others. He had a sort of numbness to it. In many ways that makes him lucky in a place like this.

Obito could hear his heartbeat in his own ears. His mind wanted him to ignore the outside world. Wanted him to ignore the reality this place was. The masked man entered the room.

It went deadly silent, the heartbeat in Obito's ears went louder.

No one moved. They were all injured. Their entire body's were no doubt killing them mentally.

Obito didn't stand up like a hero. He didn't say he would go in their stead. He stayed as dead silent as they were. But he was chosen to go anyway.

"Your the least injured. Let's go." The masked man grabbed Obito by the hair and practically dragged him. When he looked back the red haired girl was looking down she was biting her lips.

It made Obito happy that she wanted to do something. He didn't blame her for not doing anything, he'd do the same unfortunately.

Obito stared at the arrangement of tools and objects all displayed on a beat up table. His eyes narrowed as he heard the familiar buzz of the speaker.

"Grab the Kunai." Obito sweat dropped. He hadn't been asked to grab the Kunai before. It was a strange shape. It was a normal Kunai but it had little spikes branching off of it. Obito reached his hand out and grabbed it.

It was the same thing over and over again. He was told to grab something and then silence. It was the calm before the storm.

"Take it to your body and slice." Obito's face paled. He looked at his body then back at the knife. "What would happen if I didn't listen?" The question didn't linger for long. He knew what was going to happen. He took the knife to his left arm and cut.

"Deeper." Obito pursed his lips but listened. The knife went deeper the small branches of knife clawing and gripping any loose skin and pulling it off. No blood shed. It was his left arm after all. Made out of an unnatural material.

"Put down the Kunai." Obito did as he was told.

"Grab the cylinder." Obito stiffened. He reached out to grab the cylinder but stopped. He leaned back and dropped his arms to his side.

He looked at the speaker then back to the floor. "Why question my loyalty? I have left twice and returned." There was a long silence.

"I was a Shinobi before. I know what it means to fail or abandon a mission." The silence persisted but the ringing of the speaker filled the room.

Obito had nothing more to say. He spoke what little his heart wanted to say. Then people entered the room and shoved him out. They seemed angry, pissed even. When Obito was being shoved out of the room he saw a Bee for a split second. His back turned.

Obito was brought to his room and the door locked behind him. He didn't know why they would bother, he can leave. They probably knew he wouldn't.

Obito flinched as he heard screams a couple minutes later. None of them had the same pitiful excuse that 'he used to be a ninja'. Why couldn't he have just taken it? He can heal just fine.

He was glad of his decision to say those word's at first. But now they were a stabbing guilt. His stomach churned. He hadn't considered how much of a coward he had sounded like.

Obito cussed inwardly to himself. He hoped the redhead wouldn't be to angry with his actions. Like how angry he was to himself.

He went to the bed and sat on it. His arm was already healing. "Am I a freak?"

The words stung, he was anything but a normal human being. And he never would hope to be normal, would he? Obito stared at his arms and sighed.

He started picking at his arm while trying to think of what will occur tomorrow, and the day after that. He was never 100% correct but he always had an educated guess. He hoped today would be the last day of this horrid training for all their sakes.

His arm bled and dripped onto the blanket. Staining it a deep crimson, soon to turn black from the exposure to the air.

He heard doors close around his room. The days training must be over.

Like he said before, time was but a mere concept, in a place like this.