In another Timeline

Chapter 57- A trip through memorylane

Obito finally got out of Minato's grasp and walked out of the room. They didn't pry any further nor did they stop him from leaving.

Obito's head ached in a rhythmic pattern. Telling him something. Like that cave. It was where he was taken before he lost his memories.

"A spy."

A spy? Right. There was one. In the hidden leaf. Obito stopped walking and stood in silence for a long moment. The only thing he heard was the aching in his head and the throbbing beat of his veins guided by his heart.

His heart.

Wasn't it crushed. He was crushed by a boulder right? Yes, he was, he recalls it vaguely.

How badly it hurt but soon his body went numb. He was standing a mere block away from the Hokage tower.

He wasn't getting anywhere. Both because he wasn't walking and because he wasn't making much effort to actually remember his past.

Too many topics are scattered through Obito's mind. Too many unsaid questions left unanswered.

Unsaid.

Madara.

Madara?

Who was he?

His mind showed him a picture of an old wrinkly man with fully white hair that traveled to his sides.

Obito suddenly had a splitting pain in his head and held it close while grunting.

He decided he's too close to the Hokage tower for this.

He quickly rounded into an alleyway before he felt his body deny him from moving any further.

The splitting pain as painful as it was, was a key to his answer, telling him to stop or he will remember. Something he so desperately needed to do. Both for his well-being and his 'Friends'.

He could never see them as his friends.

The Obito they knew died.

Just as he lost his memories.

Is this what the withdrawal truly is? To remember every plain splitting second of his stupid past. If he were anybody else he'd just give up on trying to remember. Say that it wasn't worth it.

Obito activated his Sharingan as he was transported out of existence.  He didn't bother taking Minato's advice. If he were to be completely honest to the man he would and shouldn't even consider Obito a ninja of the leaf. He has committed to many crimes for it all to be suddenly forgiven.

He doesn't know where he reappeared. It's in a forest. But that's all he can tell. There is no trail. Only wildlife inhabit this area.

Obito felt one of his eyes blur not do his Sharingan use however. He had guessed it was due to the pounding headache that refused to dilute.

Suddenly he felt a presence of some sort beneath him. He made himself intangible and fell through the ground to follow the odd chakra creature.

"It's practically a coincidence!" A high voice rang throughout the otherwise silent mumbling earth.

He fell through the earth into a room. The room had a chair in the middle old rotting vines fell from the back. A skeleton lay waste on the chair.

Other than the otherwise disturbing first viewing of this room it had 3 white creatures in it.

"I told you! I told you! See! See!" The one with a swirled face had practically screamed in excitement at the sight of Obito. Obito only frowned in reply. He remembers him from somewhere.

"I don't know whether to be glad or disappointed." A rather gruff voice said in reply to what must have been an earlier conversation.

"How do you poop?"

Suddenly Obito made a rather sour expression toward the swirled mask zetsu. The memory of the zetsu suddenly returned to him just by getting a closer look. Had it been that easy when it came to Kakashi or Rin he wouldn't know.

"Now what is that look for Obito?" The swirled zetsu asked while putting his hand to his chin.

"You think you can help us out?" The zetsu with the gruff voice asked. Obito stared threatenly at the other zetsu half black half white.

"Is that Madera?" Obito looked toward the skeleton on the chair.

Zetsu was quiet for a moment before replying. "It was. He died before he did anything useful." He said with a scowl. "What could have been helpful to you?" Obito replied sourly.

Memories came flooding back to him of the time in this cave. The half white half black zetsu had claimed to be madaras will and now, he despised the same man.

Zetsu stared at Obito with interest but there was something else that Obito couldn't quite make out.

He remembered leaving to save Rin. From what Madara had said she was in grave danger. And now that Obito knows her now she is the three tailed jinchuriki.

He had the protection of the swirled zetsu did he not?

Obito was running on the cold hard ground, it was the beginning of fall afterall. The leaves had only just started falling but his bare feet were bleeding against the rocks he kept stepping on. The strange white surrounded his body like a layer of clothing, it didn't keep him any warmer. The air was humid but the wind was like razors against his skin. His hair was ragged and in his eyes. The zetsu was his only guide in the unfamiliar terrain.

Obito could hear the thundering of ninja running along the ground he shouldn't be far from Rin. Suddenly he felt exposed, and ten times heavier than he actually was. Before he fell to the ground he turned to look behind him the zetsu sunk into the ground leaving Obito alone. Obito's eyes widened he didn't know if it was anger, confusion or surprise most likely a mix of both.

His head hit the ground. Hard. He hardly had the energy to groan not to mention getting up. He felt so pumped a second ago. Obito was quick to realize it wasn't his own strength that let him out but zetsu's.

Obito scoffed at how blind he was. He couldn't have left that cave without someone's help how did he expect to be the hero for Rin?

Rin didn't need him, she needed someone capable. Capable, someone like Kakashi.

Suddenly everything was pieced together. Of course not entirely but that's what happened. How he was taken to the forsaken place.

Obito suddenly felt a burning rage kindling inside of him.